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.

Well 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.


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 sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but I can see, that his break lights are on


And he just wanders 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 dollar bills

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