Little Sandra, little Sandra
The world can be so naive
A lot of booze, a little sense, five minutes somewhere
Became your life
Little Sandra's little daddy
Had got a moped the same evening
And little Sandra's little mother
she wasn't much more than just the child herself
Little Sandra's little mother
She threw up after every meal
Little Sandra's little mother
She grew to large from small
And just before Christmas, sometime in the eighth grade
She dropped out of her class
There was a rumor that she got sick
but no one really knew, no one knew that...
Little Sandra, little Sandra
The hospital was big and gray
Little Sandra, little Sandra
Life's lot falls so differently
For little Sandra's little mother
Sandra gave birth between two programs
The day Sandra started walking
Well, first she just lay down, then she crawled forward
For little Sandra, Little Sandra
Certainly it can be difficult to understand
For little Sandra, Little Sandra
Life goes on anyway
For some it takes more will
To just be able to hold on
But little Sandra, little Sandra
Never forget, every new life is a blank page

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