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.