....giving what you gotta give to get a dollar bill. used to be a lovely chicken, times have been a tickin'
They say Taylor was a good girl never one to be late complain express ideas in her brain Working 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 working 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 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 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 wanders 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 you gotta give to get a dollar bill she used to be a limber chick time's a been tickin' now she's finger licking to the man with the money in his pocket flying in his rocket only stoppin by on his way to a better world if Taylor finds a better world Taylor's gonna run away