briana
well sometimes i go out by myself
and i look across the water
and i think of all the things, whatcha doin
and in my head i paint a picture
well since ive come on home
and my bodys been a mess
and i miss your ginger hair
and the way you like to dress
why dont you come on over
stop makin a fool outa me
why dont you come on over
valarie
valarie by amy winehouse