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 want to park here      Well, mommy's little dancer's 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      Well, she just wonders 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      Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window   And Sunny's 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's gonna save his soul   But now that Saturday's gone   Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way   But I can see, that his break lights are on      And he just wonders 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      She's such a tough enchilada filled up with nada   Givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills   She used to be a limber chick time's a been tickin'   Now she's finger lickin' to the man   With the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket   Only stoppin' by on his way to a better world   If Taylor finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run away