A E they say taylor was a good girl, never one to be late F#m D A E F#m D complain, express ideas in her brain A E working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, F#m D A E F#m D youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here A E well mommys little dancer has quite a little secret F#m D A E F#m D working on the streets now, never gonna keep it A E its quite an imposition and now shes only wishing F#m D A E F#m that she would have listened to the words they said D poor taylor A E F#m D A she(HE) just wanders around, unaffected by E F#m D A the winter winds and she'll(he'll) pretend that E F#m D A shes(he's) somewhere else, so far and clear E F#m about two thousand miles from here A E F#m D peter patrick pitter patters on the window A E F#m D but sunny silhouette wont let him in A E F#m D poor old petes got nothing because hes been falling A E F#m D somehow sunny knows just where hes been A E F#m D he thinks that singing on sunday is gonna save his soul A E F#m D now that saturday is gone A E F#m D sometimes he thinks that hes on his way A E F#m but i can see D that his break lights are on (Chorus) A E such a tough enchilada filled up with nada F#m D A E F#m D giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill A E used to be a limber chicken, times a been a ticking F#m D nows shes finger licking to the man A E with the money in his pocket flying in his rocket F#m D A only stopping by on his way to a better world
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