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]