Where I live I let, poor people,
Rich people in.
Powerful, powerless, I let them in.
Though they’re so different,
I can’t tell the difference,
It doesn’t matter if they’re dirty by the sweat of their work.
It doesn’t hurt me.
If there’s a harsher word, if it is full of ingenuity,
A hard life time didn’t take away.
It’s with a smile that I open my door for you.
Make yourself at home.
It’s with a smile that we shake hands
Even if they’re blistered.
