Lyrics Pamela - Bart Davenport

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 an ukulele tune
And when you’re drawing up your future plans
Will you plan 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
(Interlude)
So let me know if you be in a position
To make my dream come true
Pamela, como se dice, I don’t know right from wrong
Oh, Pamela, I’ve got dyslexia, except when singing a song
And when it comes to saying you’re right
And when the world keeps turning day into night
My own head’d revolving around you
Oh, Pamela, Pamela