Sandra Dee (Reprise)

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 a while

Hey, French, could you come over to my house for a while?

Oh, and bring your makeup case, okay?

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