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