You can work out the strummin by yourself

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Lyrics:
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 Mommy's little dancer's
Quite a little secret
She's working on the streets now
Never going to 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

She just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds air
She pretends that she's somewhere else
So far and clear
2000 miles from here

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Peter's got a nothin
Cuz he's been fallin
But somehow Taylor knows
Just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday's 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 brakelights are on

She just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds air
She pretends that she's somewhere else
So far and clear
2000 miles from here

She's such a tough enchalada
Filled up with nada
Given what she gotta give to get a dollar bill

She used to be limber chicken
Time has been a ticken
Now she's finger licken to the man
with the money in his pocket
Flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world