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 wonders around Unaffected 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 gonna 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 wonders around Unaffected 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 gonna run away © BUBBLE TOES PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com