Sandra کے بول

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 her I know what's going on Behind those doomed and sultry eyes Only the one man who understands her Can fill the hole she has inside All I want is one picture of Sandra Getting her mail In an old bathrobe Without any makeup Without any shoes I'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 here If 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 say Sandra