"Valerie (Alternate Mix)" lyrics

"Valerie (Alternate Mix)"

Hey, Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you?
I did all of the things that you wanted me to
I went downtown with my pocketknife
Cut your other man but I spared his life
Valerie, won't you be good to me?

Valerie, baby, what's the matter with you?
Come on, come on, baby, and tell me true
Hey, now, baby, what did I do?
I shot my dog 'cause he growled at you
Valerie, won't you be good to me?

Valerie, what's the matter with me?
I never, never done you no wrong
I sing the blues nearly all night long
Valerie, what's the matter with me?
You know I'd do anything you say
I can't understand why you tell me
"Please go away"

I ain't afraid of the cold, cruel world outside
No Chicken Little running from a falling sky
The only thing troubles me is you
If you leave me, what can I do?
Valerie, won't you be true to me?

You got me down on the knees of my shakin' feet
Can't play the blues, 'cause of you I drop the beat
Valerie, what's your complaint?
I try to be everything I ain't
Valerie, won't you be good to me?
Valerie, won't you be good to me?


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