there has to be
something more than what they see.
wholesome and pure,
also scared and unsure
a poor mans Sandra dee,

When they look at me
and they criticise,
dont they see the tears in my smile
dont they understand
theres just one of me
and it has to last me a while.

Sandy you must start a new
dont you know what you must do
Hold your head high
take a deep breath and cry,
good bye to sandra dee