Sweet Sandy

She said her name was Sweet Sandy
A beauty queen born in Boston
She's working hard twentyfourseven
Selling pleasure for money
One call away she always stops by
A true working class hero

She takes of her clothes and shows her body
Spits out the gum for the cum
Cant wait for the moment when she ignites me
This dynamite's bout to blow
She's getting filthy rich im getting poorer
Worth every penny i swear

She's getting dressed and she puts on her make up
To please the next lonely soul
Don't wanna let her go i wish that she could
Stay forever this time

My calls going straight to Sandys voicemail
She always picks up the phone
I turn on the news and there i find her
Strangled, beaten to death
And the name on her tombstone was Alice
Where i stop by every day
Cause I fell in love with a callgirl
Who wont stop by me no more



Credits
Writer(s): Håkan Hietala
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