They say Taylor was a good girl,
never one to be late
Complaint, express, ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift,
passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her if you wanna park here
Well,
mommy's little dancer is 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 would've listened to the words they said
But poor Taylor,
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 two thousand miles from here
Well,
Peter Patrick,
Peter Patters on the window But Sonny Silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothing,
cause he's been falling
And somehow Sonny knows just where he's been
He thinks of singing all Sunday, gonna save
his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way But I can see
that his brake light's all gone
Now 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 venture,
lot of fill up,
one not a-giving What you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber 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
If Taylor finds a better world
Taylor's gonna run away