Another day in paradise von Phil Collins

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 embarrassed to be
there Oh, think twice 'Cause it′s another day for you and me in
paradise Oh, think twice ′Cause it's another day for you You and me
in paradise Just think about it Oh yeah. Just think about it Oh
yeah. 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 ′Cause it's another day for you
and me in paradise Oh, think twice 'Cause it′s another day for you
You and me in paradise Just think about it Oh yeah. Just think
about it Oh yeah. 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 'Cause she didn′t fit in there Oh, think
twice 'Cause it′s another day for you and me in paradise Oh, think
twice 'Cause it′s another day for you You and me in paradise Just
think about it Oh yeah. Just think about it It's just another day
for you and me in paradise It's just another day for you and me in
paradise It′s just another day for you and me in paradise Paradise.
Paradise.