[Verse 1]
They say 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 wanna park here
Well mommy`s little dancer has 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

[Chorus 1]
Well she just wanders around, unaffected 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

[Verse 2]
Well Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
But Sunny 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 gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday`s gone
Well sometimes he thinks that he`s on his way
But I can see, that his brake lights are on



[Chorus 2]
And he just wanders around unaffected 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

[Verse 3]
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
Givin` what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, time`s a-been a-tickin`
Now she`s finger lickin` to the man
With the money in his pocket, flyin` in his rocket
Only stoppin` by on his way to a better world

[Outro]
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor`s gonna run away