Sandra

I didn't think that I'd be man enough

For Sandra Bernhard

But then I thought I might be

Just that kind of sensitivity

Which appeals to herI know what's going on

Behind those doomed and sultry eyes

Only the one man who understands her

Can fill the hole she has insideAll I want is one picture of Sandra

Getting her mail in an old bathrobe

Without any makeup

Without any shoesI'm so close I can almost feel her hand

I wonder if she can feel my eyes

She'd have no right to turn me away

I had no choice but to come hereIf she could see me now

If she would open her blinds

Would she be afraid to come outside

And look me in the eyes and say?I want you to show me

I want you to open me up

I want you to sing for me

And then I would saySandra

Sandra

Sandra

Sandra