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I didn't think that |
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I'd be man enough |
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For Sandra |
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Bernhard But then |
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I thought |
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I might be |
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Just that kind of sensitivity |
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Which appeals to her |
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I know what's going on |
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Behind those doomed and sultry eyes |
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Only the one man who understands her |
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Can fill the hole she has inside |
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All I want is one picture of |
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Sandra Getting her mail |
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In an old bathrobe |
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Without any makeup |
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Without any shoes |
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I'm so close |
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I can almost |
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Feel her hand |
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I wonder if she can |
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Feel my eyes |
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She'd have no right to turn me away |
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I had no choice but to come here |
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If she could see me now |
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If she would open her blinds |
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Would she be afraid to come outside |
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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" |
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And then I would say: "Sandra" <i>[repeat four more times] |
