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 wanders around
  uneffected 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 brake lights are on
    And he just wanders around
  uneffected 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 gunna run away
    [ Thanks j. cross for correction ]