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They say Taylor was a good girl never one to be late
complain express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift passin out the tickets
you're gonna 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 gonna keep it.
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
that she would have listened to the words they said.
Poor Taylor...
She just wanders around
unaffected by
the winter winds yeah
and she'll pretend that
she's somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles
from here
Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in.
Poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been falling
but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been.
He thinks that singing on a Sunday's gonna save his soul
but now that Saturday's gone
sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but I can see
that his break lights are on.