taylor

they say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late complain, express ideas in her brain working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, you're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here well mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret working on the streets now, never gonna keep it it's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing that she would have listened to the words they said poor taylor she just wanders around, unaffected by the winter winds and she'll pretend that she's somewhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles from here peter patrick pitter patters on the window but sunny silhouette won't let him in poor old pete's got nothing because he's been falling somehow sunny knows just where he's been he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul now that saturday is gone sometimes he thinks that he's on his way but i can see that his break lights are on he just wanders around, unaffected by the winter winds and he'll pretend that he's somewhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles from here such a tough enchilada filled up with nada giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking now's 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 then taylor's gonna run away