The Alan Peters Orchestra And Chorus - Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee

Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee
Lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed
I can't, I'm Sandra Dee

Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day
I was not brought up that way
Won't come across, even Rock Hudson lost
His heart to Doris Day

I don't drink (no) or swear (oh)
I don't rat my hair (eww)
I get ill from one cigarette (ah-ah-eww)
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers
Would you pull that crap with Annette?

As for you, Troy Donahue
I know what you wanna do
You got your crust, I'm no object of lust
I'm just plain Sandra Dee (ha-ha-ha-ha)

Elvis, Elvis, let me be
Keep that pelvis far from me
Just keep your cool, now you're starting to drool
Hey, fungool, I'm Sandra Dee

Written by:
Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey

Publisher:
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing

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