Taylor

Taylor - The Hit Co.

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

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 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 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