Taylor lyrics

They say Taylor was a good girl,

never one to be late,

complain, express ideas in her brain.

Working on the night shift,

passing out the tickets,

you're going to have to pay her

if you want to park here.

Well, mommy's little dancer has

quite a little secret,

working on the streets now,

never gonna to 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.

Well, she just wanders around,

unaffected by the winter winds, yeah.

And she'll pretend that

she's somewhere else

so far and clear,

about 2,000 miles from here.

Well, Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,

but Sunny Silhouette won't let him in.

And poor old Pete's got nothing 'cause he's been falling.

Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been.

He thinks that singing on a Sunday gonna save his soul

now that Saturday's gone.

Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way,

but I can see that his brake lights are on.

And 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 2,000 miles from here.

She's such a tough enchilada

filled up with nada

giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill.

She used to be a limber chicken,

time's a-been a-ticking,

now she's finger licking to the man

with the money in his pocket

flying in his rocket,

only stopping by on his way to a better world.

If Taylor finds a better world,

then Taylor's gonna run away.