Do you judge, this book by its cover?
Or can you tell one thing from another?

Or… can you look… Into my eyes
And see… who I really am…

Oh, sandy girl,
Can’t you see me?
Baby girl.
Oh sandy girl
Can’t you see me?

Can’t you see me?
Can’t you hear me?
Through that wall you built right in front of me.

To you, I might be nothing, but I could be something,
let me take you on a wild ride
and I’ll show you I’m something.