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. 'Cause since I've come on home well my body's been a mess and I miss 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?
Não podia me dar ao luxo de pedir, lembrei-me de todas as vezes em que, por ter tido a doçura de pedir, não me deram.