They say 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
She just wanders 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
Well Peter Patrick pitter
patters on the window
And sunny 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 gonna
save his soul
But now that Saturday's
gone
And sometimes he thinks
that he's on his way
but I can see
That his break lights
are on
she just wanders 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
Such a tough enchilada
filled up with nada
givin' what she got to
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 flyin' in his rocket
only stoppin' by on his
way to a better world
If Taylor finds a
better world
Taylor's gonna run away