Pamela Songtext
von 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 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