Sandy lyrics

Artist  : Dean Friedman 
Song : Sandy



 Send "Sandy" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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.