Taylor

They say (C)Taylor was a good girl,

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

express (F)ideas in her (C)brain.

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

you're (Am)gonna have to pay her if (F)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 (C)it.

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

(F)Poor Taylor.

(C)She just (G)wanders around,

(Am)(Fmaj7)unaffected by (C)the (G)winter winds, yeah.

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

(C)she's (G)somewhere else

(Am)so (Fmaj7)far and clear,

(C)about (G)two thousand miles

(Am)from here.

(C)Peter Patrick (G)pitter patters on the (Am)window,

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

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

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

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

(F)but I could (C)see

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

He just (G)wanders around,

(Am)(Fmaj7)unaffected by (C)the (G)winter winds, (Am)yeah.

And (Fmaj7)he'll pretend (C)that he's (G)somewhere else

(Am)so (Fmaj7)far and clear,

(C)about (G)two thousand (Am)miles

from (C)here.

(F)Such a tough (C)enchilada filled (G)up with nada,

(Am)giving what she gotta give (F)to get a dollar (C)bill.

(F)Used to be (C)a limber chicken,

times (G)a been a ticking.

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

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

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

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