Another Day In Paradise - 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, 
She´s 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 
Think about it. 

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, it´s just another day for you, 
You and me in paradise 

Just think about it. 
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, it´s just another day for you, 
You and me in paradise. 

Just think about it. 
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. 
Paradise... 
Just think about it. 
Paradise... 
Just think about it.