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.
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 Wont You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Why Dont You Come On Over, Valerie.

She's a brick and I'm drowing slowly
Off the coast and I'm heading nowhere
She's a brick and I'm drowing slowly

I spend all my money on a big ol' fancy car
For these bright eyed honeys
Oh yeah, you know who you are

Rise above, gonna start the war!
Oh, what you want, what you need
What'd you come here for?
Well, an eye for an eye and an 'f' for fight
Taking me down as the prisoners right