{Verse: (palm muted)  C   G/B   Am   F }
they say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
complain express ideas in her brain

Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're going to have to pay her if you want to park here

Well Mommy's little dancer's quite a little secret
working on the streets now, never going to keep it

It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin'
that she would have listened, to the words they said

{Chorus}
Poor Taylor
She just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds air
and she'll pretend that she's somewhere else
so far and clear, about 2000 miles from here

{Verse: (palm muted)  C   G/B   Am   F }
peter patrick pitter patters on the window
and sunny's silhouette won't let him in
and poor old pete's got nothin cuz he's been fallin
but somehow sunny knows just where he's been
he thinks that singing on sunday's gonna save his soul
now that Saturday's gone
and sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but I can see that his brakelights are on

{Chorus: (strumming)  C   G/B   Am   F }
He just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds air
and he'll pretend that he's somewhere else
so far and clear about 2000 miles from here

{Verse: (palm muted)  C   G/B   Am   F }
Such a tough enchalada filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
used to be a limber chiken time has been a ticking
now she's finger licking to the man
with the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
only stopping by on his way to a better world

{Outro}
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's going to run away
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