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 They say Taylor was  good girl, never one to be late
 complain, express  in her brain.
 Working on the night shift, passing out  tickets,
 your gonna  to pay her if you want to park here.
 
 Well mommy's little  is quite a little secret
 Working on the streets now, never gonna keep 
 It's quite an imposition and now she's only 
 That she would have listened to the  they say...Poor Taylor.
 
 She just  around, unaffected by,
 the winter winds yeah, she'll pretend 
 She's somewhere else, so far  clear
  two thousand miles, from here.
 
 Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on  window,
 but  silhouette won't let him in.
 Poor old Pete's got nothing  he's been falling,
 And somehow Sunny knows just  he's been.
 
 He thinks  singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul,
 now that  gone.
 And sometimes  thinks that he's on his way,
 but i can see, that his brake lights  on.
 
 He  wanders around, unaffected by,
 the winter winds yeah, and  pretend that,
  somewhere else, so far and clear,
 about two thousand  here
 
 Such a tough  filled up with nada,
 givin what you gotta give to get a  bill.
 Used to be a limber chick n' times  been a tickin,
 now she's finger lickin  the man,
 With the  in his pocket, flying in his rocket,
 only stopping  on his way to a better world.
 
  Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away.