Jack Johnson – Taylor (Guitar)

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

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complain, express ideas in her brain

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Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,

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you're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here

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Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret

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working on the streets now, never gonna keep it

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It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing

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that she would have listened to the words they said

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Poor Taylor

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She just wanders around, unaffected by

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the winter winds and she'll pretend that

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she's somewhere else, so far and clear

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About two thousand miles from here

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Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window

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but Sunny Silhouette won't let him in

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Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling

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Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been

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He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul

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now that Saturday is gone

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Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

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but I can see

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that his brake lights are on

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He just wanders around, unaffected by

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the winter winds and he'll pretend that

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he's somewhere else, so far and clear

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About two thousand miles from here

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Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada

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giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill

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Used to be a limber chicken, time's a been a ticking

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Now she's finger licking to the man

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With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket

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Only stopping by on his way to a better world

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If Taylor finds a better world

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then Taylor's gonna run away