...Thoughts

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, And in my head I Paint A Picture.'Cause 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 Dont You Come On Over, Valerie...