They say Taylor was a good girl, never want to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
Well, mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret
Working on the streets, now I'm never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition, and now she's only wishing
That she would have listened to the words they said
Poor Taylor
And she just wanders around, unaffected by
The winter winds, yeah
And she'll pretend that, well, she's somewhere else
So far and clear, about two thousand miles
From here
Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
But Sonny Silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothing cause he's been falling
And somehow Sonny knows
Just where he's been
He thinks the singing all Sunday gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see
That his brake lights are on
But he just wanders around
Unaffected by
The winter winds, yeah
And he'll pretend that, well, he's somewhere else
So far and clear
About two thousand miles
From here
Such a tough enchilada filled up one night
Giving what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chick
And times have been a-tickin'
Now she's finger-lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
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If Taylor finds a better world
The Taylor's gonna run away
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