Sambô - Valerie (Ao Vivo) Lyrics

Lyrics Valerie (Ao Vivo) - Sambô




Sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
In my head that I make up pictures
Since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And the mess, it's in your hair and the way that you dress
Won't you come on over? Stop makin' a fool, fool out of me
Won't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Did you have to go and tell on your house of thorns
And sell all the good you got on your own?
I hope you didn't catch a tan
It would be fun to romance, but things were your own
Since I've come on home, well, my body's been a mess
And the mess, it's in your hair and the way that you dress
Won't you come on over? Stop makin' a fool, fool out of me
Won't you come on over, Valerie?
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Valerie
Won't you come on over, Valerie?



Writer(s): David Alan Mccabe, Russell Thomas Pritchard, Sean Francis Caleb Payne, Boyan Uddin Chowdhury, Abigail Harding


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