The winds are blowing every morning
just to do your hair now
cause she cares you all
her day oh wouldn't be right
without her make up
she's never had a make up
she's just like you and me
but she's homeless, she's homeless
as she stands there singing for money.
In my sleep I see her begging
reaching police
although her body is not mine
I ask now I do (now I do)
she's just like you and me
but she's homeless, she's homeless
as she stands there singing for money.