C C they say taylor was a good girl, never one to be lateAm F C C Am F complain, express ideas in her brainC C working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,Am F C C Am F youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park hereC C well mommys little dancer has quite a little secretAm F C C Am F working on the streets now, never gonna keep itC C its quite an imposition and now shes only wishingAm F C C Am that she would have listened to the words they saidF poor taylor C C Am F C She just wanders around, unaffected byC Am F C the winter winds and she'll pretend thatC Am F C shes somewhere else, so far and clearC Am about two thousand miles from here C C Am F peter patrick pitter patters on the windowC C Am F but sunny silhouette wont let him inC C Am F poor old petes got nothing because hes been fallingC C Am F somehow sunny knows just where hes beenC C Am F he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soulC C Am F now that saturday is goneC C Am F sometimes he thinks that hes on his wayC C Am but i can seeF that his break lights are on Chorus:C C Am F C He just wanders around, unaffected byC Am F C the winter winds and he'll pretend thatC Am F C he's somewhere else, so far and clearC Am about two thousand miles from here C C such a tough enchilada filled up with nadaAm F C C Am F giving what she gotta give to get a dollar billC C used to be a limber chicken, times a been a tickingAm F nows shes finger licking to the manC C with the money in his pocket flying in his rocketAm F C C Am only stopping by on his way to a better worldF C C Am if taylor finds a better worldF C then taylor's gonna run away
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