Sandy lyrics

Song information

Artist: Dean Friedman
Album: Songs For Grownups

Lyrics

By dean friedman

I fumble in my pockets for the keys to your fickle heart
I drop them on the ground and then surprise, surprise you pick 'em up
So I stand in the doorway wearing my patented foolish grin
'Til finally you take pity on my poor soul and you let me in
The time has come. soon the ramparts will be overrun

I hang my hurt in the hallway and follow you up the stairs
You leave a scattered trail of clothes straight up to your room
For a couple of hours the planets from their paths they stray
And every sense is filled with your sweet perfume
And when you come, it's with such power, I am overcome

Sandy, won't you ever make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard find
Is standing right in front of you
Don't you see that what you're searching for
Is waiting right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to your love

You sit up and turn on the tv with the remote control
You flip through fifty seven channels but nothing's on
And so you head into the kitchen and come back with a box of oreos
And arrange them on the bed like checkers all in a row
And one by one, you make sure and sample everyone

Sandy, won't you ever make up your mind?
The love you're trying so hard find
Is standing right in front of you
Don't you see that what you're searching for
Is waiting right outside this door?
All you have to do is listen to your love

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Songs For Grownups" album track list