Pamela

Pamela, owner of my heart Over the waves of blue Pamela, now that you've got me What are you gonna do? Cause when it comes to making love right And when it comes to saying things that I like Well, my darling, there's no one like you Pamela, free as a wildfire Sweeter than any fruit Oh, bitter one, no contradiction To be so bold, so beaut I wanna be there to mess up your hair Hear you play your ukulele tune And when you're drawing up your future plans Could you pencil me in there soon? Cause when it comes to making love right And when it comes to saying things that I like Well, my darling, there's no one like you So let me know if you'd be in a position To make one dream come true Pamela, cómo se dice, I don't know right from wrong Oh, Pamela, I've got dyslexia, except when singing a song 'Cause when it comes to it you're right And when the world keeps turning day into night My own head'd revolving around you Oh, Pamela, Pamela Pamela, Pamela Pamela, Pamela