Taylor
๐ต 1413 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:18 duration
๐ ID: 19641631
๐ Lyrics
They say Taylor was a good girl
Never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here
Well, mommy's little dancer has 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, and she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
The sunny silhouette won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling
Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see that his brake lights are on
He just wanders around, unaffected by the
Winter winds, and he'll pretend that
He's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away
Never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift
Passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here
Well, mommy's little dancer has 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, and she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
The sunny silhouette won't let him in
Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling
Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see that his brake lights are on
He just wanders around, unaffected by the
Winter winds, and he'll pretend that
He's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.57] They say Taylor was a good girl
[00:24.69] Never one to be late
[00:26.08] Complain, express ideas in her brain
[00:34.22] Working on the night shift
[00:35.73] Passing out the tickets
[00:37.18] You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here
[00:41.49]
[00:45.38] Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
[00:48.10] Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
[00:52.42]
[00:56.40] It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
[00:58.96] That she would have listened to the words they said
[01:03.90]
[01:06.33] Poor Taylor
[01:08.16] She just wanders around, unaffected by
[01:13.72] The winter winds, and she'll pretend that
[01:19.46] She's somewhere else, so far and clear
[01:24.95] About two thousand miles from here
[01:31.84]
[01:40.38] Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
[01:46.07] The sunny silhouette won't let him in
[01:51.46] Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling
[01:56.67] Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been
[02:02.06] He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
[02:07.82] Now that Saturday's gone
[02:13.51] Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
[02:18.45] But I can see that his brake lights are on
[02:25.34] He just wanders around, unaffected by the
[02:31.18] Winter winds, and he'll pretend that
[02:36.66] He's somewhere else, so far and clear
[02:41.99] About two thousand miles from here
[02:48.47]
[02:57.62] Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
[03:00.68] Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
[03:06.06]
[03:08.53] Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'
[03:11.58] Now she's finger lickin' to the man
[03:14.25] With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
[03:17.03] Only stopping by on his way to a better world
[03:21.57]
[03:24.07] If Taylor finds a better world
[03:29.47] Then Taylor's gonna run away
[03:31.14]
[00:24.69] Never one to be late
[00:26.08] Complain, express ideas in her brain
[00:34.22] Working on the night shift
[00:35.73] Passing out the tickets
[00:37.18] You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here
[00:41.49]
[00:45.38] Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
[00:48.10] Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
[00:52.42]
[00:56.40] It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
[00:58.96] That she would have listened to the words they said
[01:03.90]
[01:06.33] Poor Taylor
[01:08.16] She just wanders around, unaffected by
[01:13.72] The winter winds, and she'll pretend that
[01:19.46] She's somewhere else, so far and clear
[01:24.95] About two thousand miles from here
[01:31.84]
[01:40.38] Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
[01:46.07] The sunny silhouette won't let him in
[01:51.46] Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling
[01:56.67] Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been
[02:02.06] He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul
[02:07.82] Now that Saturday's gone
[02:13.51] Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
[02:18.45] But I can see that his brake lights are on
[02:25.34] He just wanders around, unaffected by the
[02:31.18] Winter winds, and he'll pretend that
[02:36.66] He's somewhere else, so far and clear
[02:41.99] About two thousand miles from here
[02:48.47]
[02:57.62] Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
[03:00.68] Giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
[03:06.06]
[03:08.53] Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'
[03:11.58] Now she's finger lickin' to the man
[03:14.25] With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
[03:17.03] Only stopping by on his way to a better world
[03:21.57]
[03:24.07] If Taylor finds a better world
[03:29.47] Then Taylor's gonna run away
[03:31.14]