—Well, sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I make a picture

'Cos since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over, Valerie?