Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl

never one to be late

complain express ideas in her brain

Working 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

working 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 wanders around unaffected 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 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

Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

but I can see, that his break 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

givin' what you gotta give to get a dollar bill

she used to be a limber chick

time's a been tickin'

now she's finger licking to the man

with the money in his pocket

flying in his rocket

only stoppin by on his way to a better world

if Taylor finds a better world

Taylor's gonna run away