Look at me, there has to be
Something more than what they see.
Wholesome and pure,
Also scared and unsure
A poor man`s Sandra Dee.
When they criticize and make fun of me,
Can`t they see the tears in my smile?
Don`t they realize there`s just one of me
And it has to last me awhile?
(Sandy dials phone and speaks)
Hey, Frenchy, could you come over for awhile? And bring your
make-up case...
(resumes singing)
Sandy, you must start anew.
Don`t you know what you must do?
Hold your head high, take a deep breath and cry
Goodbye to Sandra Dee.