Pamela - Bart Davenport

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