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)