1, 2, 3... n1, 2, 3...nnBorn Sandy Devotional, such a sweet girl to menI do what I can now to love her to dustnFor dust is what we all shall benBorn Sandy Devotional, all that I ever knewnI don't know the wrong of that, I don't know the goodnSticks like hot tar to the sole of my shoenTo the sole of my shoe...nnOn yellow hood of her car with salt knots in her hairnGot some cards and some chicken, and beernWe can't mess about nWe kiss until, kiss until she has to leavenWe're Born Sandy Devotional, all that I ever knewnI don't know the wrong of that, I don't know the goodnBoth of them ugly, both of them truenYeah, both of them truennNow I don't want to hear no gossip or chat,nNo Bill or Pete, Kevin or Samn'Cause they were just boys and they don't mean a thingnBurn up in my spit like the fat in the pannBorn Sandy Devotional, born under all-sunless sky.nYes, born to be Sandy's confessionalnBurnin' like fat to be trapped in her eyesnnNow we go for a swim and we wash it all offnAnd hope that it leaves us alonenBut with each fresh kiss, blood wells up againnDries on top of skin and eats into the bonenOh, Born Sandy Devotional, bound for an all-godless star.nHeaded for trouble, and looking for griefnFound Sandy Devotional, feather-and-tarrednBorn Sandy Devotional, bound for an all-godless star.nHeading for trouble, and looking for griefnFound Sandy Devotional, feather-and-tarrednYeah, feather-and-tarred.nnFeather-and-tarred... feather-and-tarred...nFeather-and-tarred... feather-and-tarred...