Taylor

They say (C)Taylor was a good girl,

(G)never one to be late, (Am)complain,

express (F)ideas in her brain.

(C)Working on the night shift, (G)passing out the tickets;

you're (Am)gonna have to pay her if you want to park here.

(F)Well, (C)mommy's little dancer has (G)quite a little secret;

(Am)working on the streets now, (F)never gonna keep it.

(F)It's (C)quite an imposition and (G)now she's only wishing that she would have listened (F)to the words they said.

(F)Poor (C)Taylor.

She just wanders (Am)around,

unaffected (C)by the (G)winter winds, yeah.

(Am)And (Fmaj7)she'll pretend that

(C)she's (G)somewhere (Am)else

so (Fmaj7)far and (C)clear,

about (G)two thousand miles

(Am)from here.

(C)Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,

(F)but (C)Sunny Silhouette (G)won't let him in.

(C)Poor old Pete's got (G)nothing 'cause he's been (Am)falling.

(F)Somehow (C)Sunny knows (G)just where he's been.

(F)He thinks that singing on Sunday gonna (G)save his soul

(C)now that (G)Saturday's gone.

(C)Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way,

(F)but I could see

(Am)that his (F)brake lights are on.

Such a tough enchilada filled up with nada,

giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill.

(F)Used to be a limber chicken,

times a been a ticking.

Now, she's finger licking to the man with the (C)money in his pocket,

flying in his rocket, only stopping by on his (F)way to a better world.

(F)If (G)Taylor finds a better world,

(F)then (G)Taylor's gonna run away.