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 Won’t You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Why Dont You Come On Over,
Valerie…
Това е изпято точно за мене като по поръчка, пише ми Валерия чак от Германия. Коя Валерия ли? Ето тази: