You pretend not to notice her as your strolling down the street
Thousand dollar leather boots adorn your pampered feet
The dirty hands she holds out to you, are swollen chapped and red
But your leather clad, manicured hands clutch your purse instead
You carefully keep your distance, and you grumble in disgust
You keep a wary eye cause "those people" you don't trust
You wonder for a second but then you do not really care
How her life has come to so much sadness and despair
Now you're hailing down a taxi ‘cause it feels a bit like rain
The homeless girl forgotten, you've got no pity for her pain
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