Taylor

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 ticket you're gonna have to pay

Or if you wanna park here

Well mommy's little dancer it's quite a little secret

Walking on the streets now never gonna keep it

It's quite an imposition

And now she's only wishing

That she wouldn't listen to the words they said

Poor taylor she just wanders around

Unaffected by the winter winds yeah she'll pretend that

She's somewhere else so far and clear

About two thousand miles from here

Well peter patrick pitter patters on the window

The sun is silhouette won't let him in

Poor old pete's got nothing cause he's been falling

But somehow sunny knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on sunday

Gonna save his soul

Now that saturday's gone

And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

But I could 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 two thousand miles from here

Such a tough enchilada filled up with not a giving

What you got to give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a little chick and times have been a tick

And 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

Till it's gonna run away