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]