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