Valerie کے بول

Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think of all the things of what you're doing In my head I paint a picture Since I've come home Well, my body's been a mess And I miss your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Oh, won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over, valerie? Valerie Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think of all the things of what you're doing In my head I paint a picture Since I've come home Well, my body's been a mess And I miss your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Oh, won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me!