Taylor was a good girl
never one to be late
complain express ideas in her brain
Workin on the night shift
passin out the tickets
you're gonna have to pay her
if you want to park here.
Well mommy's little dancer's
quite a little secret
workin on the streets now
never gonna keep it.
It's quite an imposition
And now she's only wishin'
That she would have listened
To the words they said.
Poor Taylor.

Well she just wonders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and she'll pretend that
well she's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles from here.

Peter Patrick pitter
patters on the window
And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
and poor old Pete's got nothin
'cause he's been fallin'
but somehow Sunny knows
just where he's been
He thinks that singin'
on a Sunday's gunna save
his soul
but now that Saturday's gone
Well somehow he thinks
that he's on his way
but I can see, that his
break lights are on

And he just wonders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and he'll pretend that
well he's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles from here.

She's such a tough enchilada
filled up with nada
givin' what she got to give
to get a dolla bill
she used to be a limber chick
time's a been tickin'
now she's finger lickin to the man
with the money in his pockets
flyin in his rocket
only stoppin by on his way
to a better world
if Taylor finds a better world
Taylor's gunna run away

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