Hello, it's me
I've made a list
A list of all my sins
Hello, it's me
It's Sandra D.
May I please come in?

Oh dear, sweet friend
You have my love
Unending, ever true
Oh dear, sweet friend
And I have yours
For you have said it, too

Now, what a tale
I have to tell
My darkest dreams and fears
Now, what a tale
That you must know
So please, don't close your ears

"Of course," you say,
"My perfect dove.
"Relax. I'm yours. Come in.
"Of course," you say,
"You have no faults.
"What can you say of sin?"

You hear my guilt
My throat goes dry
At last the words are said
You hear my guilt
Your face is pale
And so the list is read

I am exposed
Pure innocent
You fall onto to your knee
I am exposed
The world replies
"How could you, Sandra D.?"