Tom: G
G D C Em
That's what I call playing to the gallery
Em D C G
I'm wait wait waiting for Valerie
Valerie--She's got a scar down here
Valerie--She's 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
I'm wait wait waiting for Valerie
Em
I'm soft in the head, I give her hard cash
G
She spends all my money on junk and trash
Em
Nylon fur, plastic shoes
A
And fifty-seven things she's never going to use
A
Never, never, never going to use
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
I'm wait wait waiting for Valerie
Every time I turn my back
She's round the corner looking for a crack
It's going to be the ruin of me
I'm running on nervous energy
Valerie--she want to move out of town
Valerie--she want the money down
She want leopard-skin this, tigerskin that
Matching luggage, lipstick, hat
I can't afford her on my salary
I'm wait, wait, waiting for Valerie
