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...
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.";