Kevin Fitzgerald
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Oh-woh-woh...
Homeless Goddess
In your black jeans and your bodice
You're washing car windows
Whichever way the wind blows that's where you'll land
With your outstretched hand
For handcuffs and hair dye
But the cars just drive on by, you love your two canines
So you're dressed to the nines
Just to get them a bite
You're such a sweet, sad sight
To my maudlin sensibilities
I see modeling possibilities
You're ever so voluptuous
What cad, what heel, put you up to this
I would take you under my wing
Except for one minor thing
I have promised myself to another
And if I had my druthers
I would have to choose her first
For deep inside her purse
There's a dime and a nickel
Please do not think me fickle
I will try to arrange to give you some change
But don't ever change, please, don't ever change
Oh, woh, woh...
Homeless Goddess
Though your income is modest
You've owned from the start
Every beat of my poor heart
Though it won't buy you dinner
I still think you're a winner
Oh Homeless Goddess divine
Though it won't buy you lunch
I still like you a helluva bunch
Oh Homeless Goddess so fine
Homeless Goddess of...mine
Homeless Goddess of mine
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