well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water. and I think of all the things, what you are doing and in my head I paint a picture..
since I come home, well my body's been a mess and I miss your gentle hair and the way you like to dress
won't you come on over? stop making a fool out of me..
why don't you come on over Valerie?
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