Poor Taylor lyrics

Taylor was a good girl
never want to be late
complain expressed ideas in her brain
She's workin on the night shift
passin out the tickets
you're gunna have to pay her if you wanna park here.
Well momma's little dancer
has quite a little secret
workin on the streets now
never gonna keep it.
Poor Taylor.

Well she just wonders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and she'll pretend that
well she's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 10,000 miles from here.

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
well he's on the sil but 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 somehow he thinks that he's on his way
but I can see, that his break lights are on

And he just wonders around
uneffected by
the winter winds, yeah
and he'll pretend that
well he's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 10,000 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 lemon chicken
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
and Taylor finds a better world
and Taylor's gunna run away