They

say

Tay-

lor

was

a

good

girl,

ne-

ver

one

to

be

late

Com-

plain,

ex-

press

ide-

as

in

her

bra-

in

Wor-

king

on

the

night

shift,

pas-

sing

out

the

tick-

ets

You're

gon-

na

have

to

pay

her

if

you

want

to

park

he-

re

Well

mom-

my's

litt-

le

dan-

cer

is

quite

a

litt-

le

sec-

ret

Wor-

king

on

the

streets

now,

ne-

ver

gon-

na

keep

it

It's

quite

an

im-

po-

si-

tion

and

now

she's

on-

ly

wish-

in'

That

she

would

have

list-

ened

to

the

words

they

said

Poor

Tay-

lor

She

just

wan-

ders

a-

round,

un-

af-

fe-

cted

by,

The

win-

ter

winds

he-

re,

and

she'll

pre-

tend

that

Well,

she's

some-

where

else,

so

far

and

clear

A-

bout

two

thou-

sand

mil-

es,

from

here

Well

Pe-

ter

Pat-

rick

pi-

tter

pat-

ters

on

the

win-

dow,

The

sun-

ny

sil-

hou-

ette

won't

let

him

in

And

poor

old

Pete's

got

noth-

ing

'cause

he's

been

fal-

ling

And some-

how

sun-

ny

knows

just

where

he's

been

He

thinks

that

sing-

in'

on

Sun-

day's

gon-

na

save

his

so-

ul

Now

that

Sa-

tur-

day's

gone

And

some-

times

he

thinks

that

he's

on

his

way,

But

I

can

se-

e,

that

his

brake

lights

are

on

He

just

wan-

ders

a-

round,

un-

af-

fe-

cted

by,

The

win-

ter

winds

he-

re,

and

he'll

pre-

tend

that

Well,

he's

some-

where

else,

so

far

and

clear

A-

bout

two

thou-

sand

mil-

es,

from

here

Such

a

tough

en-

chi-

la-

da,

fill-

ed

up

with

nada

Gi-

vin'

what

you

got-

ta

gi-

ve

to

get

a

dol-

lar

bill

Used

to

be

a

lim-

ber

chic-

ken,

tim-

es

have

been

a

tick-

ing

Now

she's

fin-

ger

lick-

in'

to

the

man

With

the

mo-

ney

in

his

pock-

et,

fly-

ing

in

his

rock-

et

And

on-

ly

stop-

ping

by

on

his

way

to

a

bet-

ter

world

If

Tay-

lor

finds

a

bet-

ter

world

Then

Tay-

lor's

gon-

na

run

a-

way