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they say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
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complain, express ideas in her brain
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working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
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youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
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well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret
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working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
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its quite an imposition and now shes only wishing
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that she would have listened to the words they said
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poor taylor
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She just wanders around, unaffected by
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the winter winds and she'll pretend that
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shes somewhere else, so far and clear
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about two thousand miles from here
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peter patrick pitter patters on the window
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but sunny silhouette wont let him in
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poor old petes got nothing because hes been falling
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somehow sunny knows just where hes been
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he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul
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now that saturday is gone
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sometimes he thinks that hes on his way
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but i can see
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that his break lights are on
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He just wanders around, unaffected by
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the winter winds and he'll pretend that
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he's somewhere else, so far and clear
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about two thousand miles from here
C C
such a tough enchilada filled up with nada
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giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
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used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking
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nows shes finger licking to the man
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with the money in his pocket flying in his rocket
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only stopping by on his way to a better world
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if taylor finds a better world
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then taylor's gonna run away