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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
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 don't you come on over?

Did you have to go to jail?
Put your house out up for sale?
Did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn't catch a tan,
Hope you find the right woman
Who'll fix it for you

Are you shopping anywhere?
Change the color of your hair
and are you busy?
Are you still dizzy?

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
In my head I paint a picture

I miss your ginger hair...