Well, sometimes I go out by myself And I look across the water And I think, of all the things, 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 Oh, why don't you come on over, Valerie?

• Amy Winehouse