C C/B
they say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Am F C C/B Am F
complain, express ideas in her brain
C C/B
working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
Am F C C/B Am F
youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
C C/B
well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
Am F C C/B Am F
working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
C C/B
its quite an imposition and now shes only wishing
Am F C C/B Am
that she would have listened to the words they said
F
poor taylor
C C/B Am F C
she(HE) just wanders around, unaffected by
C/B Am F C
the winter winds and she'll(he'll) pretend that
C/B Am F C
shes(he's) somewhere else, so far and clear
C/B Am
about two thousand miles from here
C C/B Am F
peter patrick pitter patters on the window
C C/B Am F
but sunny silhouette wont let him in
C C/B Am F
poor old petes got nothing because hes been falling
C C/B Am F
somehow sunny knows just where hes been
C C/B Am F
he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul
C C/B Am F
now that saturday is gone
C C/B Am F
sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
C C/B Am
but i can see
F
that his break lights are on
(Chorus)
C C/B
such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
Am F C C/B Am F
giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
C C/B
used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
Am F
nows shes finger licking to the man
C C/B
with the money in his pocket flying in his rocket
Am F C
only stopping by on his way to a better world
if taylor finds a better world
then taylor's gonna run away