(richard thompson)
Valerie you put me on the rack
Valerie youll give me a heart attack
You say that Im history
You say Im no good
Then you want to be like two babes in the wood
Thats what I wouldnt call playing to the gallery
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie
Valerie why dont you put that down
Valerie youre gonna choke and drown
If you dont give up off this junk food jag
Theyre gonna take you home in a body bag
I cant stand to see one more calorie
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie
Well Im soft in the head and I give her hard cash
She spends all my money on junk and trash
Nylon fur and plastic shoes
And fifty-seven things shes never gonna use
Never, never gonna use...valerie
Shes got a figure like this, lips like that
Red fingernails, teeth like a cat
I know shes going to be the ruin of me
Shes got me running on nervous energy
Runnin on nervous energy
Valerie she wants to move out of town
Valerie she wants the money down
Valerie she wants leopard skin this and tiger skin that
Matching luggage and a matching hat
I cant afford her on my salary
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie
I keep waiting, waiting, waiting for valerie