Taylor - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late

Complain, express ideas in her brain

Workin' on the night shift, passin' out the tickets

You're gonna have to pay her if you wanna park here

Well mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret

Workin' 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

Well Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window

But 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 gonna save his soul

Now that Saturday's gone

Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

But I can see, that his brake 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

Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada

Givin' what you gotta give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a limber chicken, time's a-been a-tickin'

Now she's finger lickin' to the man

With the money in his pocket, flyin' in his rocket

Only stoppin' by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world

Then Taylor's gonna run away