Sarah’s the kinda girl who’s three feet tall, but she’s built like an Amazon woman
Sarah’s the kinda girl who’s three feet tall, but she’s built like an Amazon woman
And all the boys this she’s pretty
And all the girls think she dresses so well
And all the teachers think that she’s the smartest one in class
And I think she oughta go to hell
Sarah’s the kinda girl who pierced her ears years before anybody else
Sarah’s the kinda girl who pierced her ears years before anybody else
and all the mothers said her mother was
And all the mothers said her mother was a slut
And we couldn’t pierce our ears till we turned twelve no matter what
And I think . . . well you know what I think
One thousand Sarahs in my head
One thousand Sarahs in my head
Thought I’d gotten rid of her but she multiplied instead
One thousand Sarahs One thousand Sarahs
One thousand Sarahs One thousand Sarahs
I don’t like her, I don’t like her, I don’t like her
I don’t like her and you can’t make me
I don’t like her, I don’t like her, I don’t like her
I don’t like her, and you can’t make me
One thousand Sarahs in my head
One thousand Sarahs circling me in my bed
Thought I’d gotten rid of her but she multiplied instead
One thousand Sarahs One thousand Sarahs
One thousand Sarahs One thousand Sarahs
Robbie Schaefer © 2001 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP