|
Oh Valerie! You give me heart attack |
|
Oh Valerie! You put me on the rack |
|
Oh you say that I'm history, you say I'm no good |
|
Then you want to be two babes in the wood |
|
That's what I call playing to the gallery |
|
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
Hey Valerie! She got a scar down here |
|
Valerie! She got gold in her ear |
|
A figure like this, lips like that |
|
Red fingernails, teeth like a cat |
|
She never gets home till five or four or three |
|
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
Well I'm soft in the head, I give her hard cash |
|
She spends all my money on junk and trash |
|
Nylon fur, plastic shoes |
|
And fifty-seven things she's never going to use |
|
Never, never, never going to use |
|
Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie! Oh Valerie! |
|
Well Valerie! You're going to choke or drown |
|
Valerie! Why don't you put that down? |
|
If you don't get over this eating jag |
|
They're going to take you home in a body bag |
|
I can't stand to see one more calorie |
|
Well I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
Now every time I turn my back |
|
She's 'round the corner, looking for a crack |
|
It's going to be the ruin of me |
|
Well I'm running on nervous energy |
|
Running on nervous energy |
|
Oh Valerie! She want to move out of town |
|
Valerie! She want the money down |
|
She want leopard-skin this, tiger-skin that |
|
Matching luggage, lipstick, hat |
|
I can't afford her on my salary |
|
Still I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
Hmm I'm a-wait, wait, waiting for Valerie |
|
Valerie! Oh Valerie! Well! Whooo! |
