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