They say (C)Tay lor was a good girl, (G)nev er one to be late, (Am)com plain, ex press (F)i deas in her brain.

(C)Work ing on the night shift, (G)pass ing out the tic kets; you’re (Am)gon na have to pay her if you want to park here.

Well, (C)mom my’s lit tle danc er has (G)quite a lit tle se cret; (Am)work ing on the streets now, (F)nev er gon na keep it.

It’s (C)quite an im po si tion and (G)now she’s on ly wish ing that she would have lis tened (F)to the words they said.

Poor Tay lor.

She just wan ders a round,

un af fect ed by

the (G)win ter winds, yeah.

And (Fmaj7)she’ll pre tend that

she’s (G)some where else

so (Fmaj7)far and clear,

a bout (G)two thou sand miles

from here.

(C)Pe ter Pat rick pit ter pat ters on the win dow,

but (C)Sun ny Sil hou ette won’t let him in.

(C)Poor old Pete’s got (G)noth ing ’cause he’s been (Am)fall ing.

Some how (C)Sun ny knows (G)just where he’s been.

He thinks that sing ing on Sun day gon na (G)save his soul

(C)now that (G)Sat ur day’s gone.

(C)Some times he thinks that he’s on his way, but I could see

that his (F)brake lights are on.

Such a tough en chi la da filled up with na da, giv ing what she got ta give to get a dol lar bill.

Used to be a lim ber chick en, times a been a tick ing.

Now, she’s fin ger lick ing (F)to the man with the (C)mon ey in his pock et, fly ing in his rock et, on ly stop ping by on his (F)way to a bet ter world.

If (G)Tay lor finds a bet ter world,

then (G)Tay lor’s gon na run a way.