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taylor was a good girl never want to be late, complain, express ideas in her brain
workin on the night shift passin out the tickets
youre gonna have to pay her if you wanna park here
well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
workin on the streets now never gonna keep it
its quite an imposition and now shes only wishin that she wouldve listen to the words they said
poor taylor
she just wonders around unaffected by the winter winds yeah,
and she'll pretend that
shes somewhere else so far and clear about 2000 miles from here
peter patrick pitter patters on the window
the sunny sillouhette wont let him in
and poor old pete's gotta nuthin cause hes been falling
and somehow sunny knows
just where hes been
he thinks that singin on sundays gonna save his soul
now that saturdays gone
and sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
but i can see
that his brake lights are on
and he just wonders around unaffected by the winter winds yeah,
and he'll pretend that
hes somewhere else so far and clear about 2000 miles from here
she's such a tough enchilada,
fill up anoda
give in which you gotta give
to get a dollar bill
she used to be a limber chick
in times of benedict
and now she's finger lick-in
to the man
with the money in his pocket
flyin in his rocket
only stoppin' by on his way to a better world
and taylor finds a better world
and taylor's gonna run away
workin on the night shift passin out the tickets
youre gonna have to pay her if you wanna park here
well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
workin on the streets now never gonna keep it
its quite an imposition and now shes only wishin that she wouldve listen to the words they said
poor taylor
she just wonders around unaffected by the winter winds yeah,
and she'll pretend that
shes somewhere else so far and clear about 2000 miles from here
peter patrick pitter patters on the window
the sunny sillouhette wont let him in
and poor old pete's gotta nuthin cause hes been falling
and somehow sunny knows
just where hes been
he thinks that singin on sundays gonna save his soul
now that saturdays gone
and sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
but i can see
that his brake lights are on
and he just wonders around unaffected by the winter winds yeah,
and he'll pretend that
hes somewhere else so far and clear about 2000 miles from here
she's such a tough enchilada,
fill up anoda
give in which you gotta give
to get a dollar bill
she used to be a limber chick
in times of benedict
and now she's finger lick-in
to the man
with the money in his pocket
flyin in his rocket
only stoppin' by on his way to a better world
and taylor finds a better world
and taylor's gonna run away
Lyrics submitted by blueangelrugby
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