She don't live around here no more
She can't live around here no more
She once had a visa but it's no more
She is going home
Top of her class and her profession
Holier than all the saints in Heaven
But isn't from one of the twenty-seven
So she is going home
She is going home
She is going home
Everything we hear that we lack
A model citizen who paid her tax
But her course finished up, so we sent her back
And she is going home
Worked her limited hours to pay her rent
On her studies, the rest were spent
Up in the air, her plane just went
And she is going home
It's not fair but it's just fate
She wasn't born in a privileged state
If she were Schengenvolk, it'd be just great
But she is going home
She is going home
She is going home
She is going home
She is going home