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 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" [repeat four more times]