The say 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 Pete's got nothin Cuz he's been fallin But somehow Sunny 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
He just wanders around Unaffected by the winter winds air And he'll pretend that he's somewhere else So far and clear bout 2000 miles from here
She's such a tough enchalada Filled up with nada Given what she gotta give to get a dollar bill 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
If Taylor finds a better world Then Taylor's going to run away
what color is a baboon's butt i need to know really bad i thot it was red or blue but alyssa says its "rainbow"? lol jp w/ ya lyss. somone plz tell me!!!
its been a day w/o hearin from alyssa its sooo sad i miss her this vacation is goin to be soooooooo slow and borin cmon ppl we all should do somthin go bowlin nethin idk i just hav to make this week go by fast so i can see alyssa again w/e u guys prolly dont want to hear this nvm see yah
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