Letras
Every time I see her standing by the old crossroads
It breaks my heart to see her chatting to all the old sad blokes
And when the sun comes rising over her forest hideaway
She counts the money she's been given for working night and day
She gives it up for charity
She helps the poor from poverty
She gives it up what she can afford
She helps the girls she helps the hoards
Every time I see her standing by the traffic lights
It hurts my day to see her begging to be put to rights
And when the sun comes rising over her forest hideaway
She loves the money she's been given for her life astray
She gives it up for charity
She helps the poor from poverty
She gives it up what she can afford
She helps the girls she helps the hoards
Every time I see her standing by the old crossroads
It breaks my heart to see her chatting to all the old sad blokes
And when the sun comes rising over her forest hideaway
She counts the money she's been given for working night and day
She gives it up for charity
She helps the poor from poverty
She gives it up what she can afford
She helps the girls she helps the hoards