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Taylor - Pickin' On Series/Chris Stuart/Backcountry
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
Has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now
Never gonna keep it
It's quite an imposition
And now she's only wishing
That she would have listened to
The words they said
Poor Taylor she just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds
And she'll pretend
That she's somewhere else so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the panjus
But Sunny silhouette won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing
Because he's been falling
Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday
Is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday is gone
Sometimes he thinks that he's just on his way
But I can see that his break lights are on
He just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter
Winds 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
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken
Times a been a ticking
Now she's finger licking 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
