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They say ATaylor was a good girl, nEever one to be late CF#momplain, express Dideas in her bArainE F#m D AWorking on the night shift, Epassing out the tickets, You're gF#monna have to pay her Dif you want to park hereA E F#mD Well mAommy's little dancer has qEuite a little secret F#mWorking on the streets now, nDever gonna keep itA E F#m D It's qAuite an imposition and Enow shes only wishing That sF#mhe would have listened Dto the words they saAidE F#m DPoor Taylor
AShe just Ewanders around,F#m unafDfected byA The Ewinter winds F#mand sDhe'll pretend Athat She's sEomewhere else,F#m so Dfar and clearA About Etwo thousand mF#miles from here
APeter Patrick Epitter patters on the F#mwindowD But Asunny silhouetEte won't let hF#mim inD APoor old Pete's got Enothing because he's been F#mfallingD Somehow sAunny knows Ejust where F#mhe's beenD He thinks that Asinging on sunday is gonna Esave his F#msoulD ANow that EsaturF#mday is goneD Asometimes he Ethinks that he's F#mon his Dway But I can Asee E F#m That his bDreak lights are on
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Such a tAough enchilada fEilled up with nada F#mGiving what she gotta gDive to get a dollar AbillE F#m D Used to Abe a limber chicken, Etimes a been a ticking F#mNows she's finger licking Dto the man with the Amoney in his pocket Eflying in his rocket F#mOnly stopping by on his Dway to a better wAorld
If Taylor finds a better world Then Taylor's gonna run away