she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah

she pretends that she´s somewhere else

so far and clear, two-thousand miles from here



taylor was a good girl, never one to be late

complain, express ideas in her brain

working on the night shift passing out the tickets

you´re going to have to pay her if you want to park here



well mummy´s little dancer is quite a little secret

she´s working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

it´s quite an imposition and now she´s only wishing

that she would have listened to the words they said

poor taylor



peter patrick pitter patters on the window

but sunny silhouette won´t let him in

poor old pete´s a got a nothing cause he´s been falling

and somehow taylor knows just where he´s been



he thinks that singin´ on sunday is gonna save his soul

now that saturday´s gone

and sometimes he thinks that he´s on his way

but i can see, that his brake-lights are on

taylor finds a better world

and taylor´s gonna run away