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Taylor - Lyrics
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 is quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it.
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin
That she would have listened to the words they said...Poor Taylor.
She just wanders around, unaffected by,
The winter winds here, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles, from here.
Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,
The sunny silhouette won't let him in.
Poor old Pete's got nothing 'cause he's been falling,
And somehow sunny knows just where he's been.
He thinks that singin on Sunday's 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 lights are on.
He just wanders around, unaffected by,
The winter winds here, 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,
Givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill.
Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking,
Now she's finger lickin 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. |
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Taylor - Lyrics
they say taylor was a good girl
never one to be late
complain express ideas in her brain
workin on the night shift
passin out the tickets
you're gonna have to pay her
if you want to park here.
well mommy's little dancer's
quite a little secret
workin on the streets now
never gonna keep it.
it's quite an imposition
and now she's only wishin'
that she would have listened
to the words they said.
poor taylor.
well she just wanders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and she'll pretend that
well she's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles from here.
peter patrick pitter patters on the window
and sunny's silhouette won't let him in
and poor old pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'
but somehow sunny knows just where he's been
he thinks that singin' on a sunday's gunna save his soul
but now that saturday's gone
well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but i can see, that his break lights are on
and he just wanders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and he'll pretend that
well he's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles from here.
she's such a tough enchilada
filled up with nada
givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills
she used to be a limber chick
time's a been tickin'
now she's finger lickin to the man
with the money in his pockets
flyin in his rocket
only stoppin by on his way to a better world
if taylor finds a better world
taylor's gunna run away
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