It was our 25th anniversary and I was watching the superbowl When suddenly she started cursin' me Hell, I almost dropped my remote control
Then she said that's that and grabbed her hat And headed out into the snow And that was almost two long years ago
Now see her shuffling down the street Combat boots on her dainty feet Pushing her belongings in a cart from the A&P
See her bumming cigarettes on the sidewalk where she sits Lord, she'd rather be homeless than here at home with me
she'd rather be sleepin' in some doorway than lawlin in the lap of luxury and when the cold wind starts to blow Lord, it hurts me so to know she'd rather be homeless than here at home with me
She said all my friends were dumb (oh?) And she called me yuppie scum She said didn't give a damn about my BMW (huh?) Or my AT&T
She said I could take these credit cards of mine (uh oh, here it comes) And stick 'em where the sun don't shine Cause she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me
I see her sittin' on her full length mink And as I walk by she winks Sayin' spare some change for a lady A lady who's finally free
She don't want my bonds and stocks Livin' in her cardboard box Oh, She'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me
She'd rather eat soup down at the shelter Than at the country club sippin' fine chablis And as I throw her a dime Lord, it breaks this heart of mine to know she'd rather be homeless Than here at home with me
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