they say
taylor was a good girl
never one to be late
complain, express ideas in her brain
working on the night shift
pressing out the day
your 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
its 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 yea
she'll pretend that
well she's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2000 miles
from here
well peter patrick did about is on the window
the sun a silhouette wont let him go
poor old petes got nothing cause hes been fallin
somehow sun in those, just the way hes been
he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul
now that saturdays gone
sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
but i can see
that his brake lights are on
he just wanders around
unaffected by the winter wind yea
well hes somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2000 miles
from here
such a tough enchalada
filled up with nada
give him what you got or give to get a dollar bill
used to be a limber chicken
times have been a tickin
now shes finger lickin
to the man with the money in his pocket,
flying in his rocket only stopping on his way to a better world
if taylor finds a better world, then taylors gonna run away
