She calls out to the man on the street 'Sir, can you help me ?' 'it's cold, and I've nowhere to sleep. is there somewhere you can tell me ?'
He walks on, doesn't look back, he pretends he can't hear her starts to whistle as he crosses the street seems embarrased to be there.
Oh think twice, it's another day for you and me in paradise Oh think twice, it's just another day for you, you and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street he can see she's been crying she's got blisters on the soles of her feet she can't walk, but she's trying Oh think twice .....
Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do Oh Lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face you can see that she's been there probably been moved on from every place 'cos she didn't fit in there