Taylor

Jack Johnson

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They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late, complain, express ideas in her brain
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Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, you're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here
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Well, Mommy's little dancer's quite a little secret, working on the streets now; never going to keep it
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It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin' that she would have listened to the words they said,
F
 Poor Taylor

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 She just wanders around unaffected by the winter wind's air; she'll pretend that
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 She's somewhere else so far and clear about two thousand miles from here

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Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window but Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothin' cause he's been fallin' but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singing on Sunday 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

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 He just wanders around unaffected by the winter wind's air; and he'll pretend that
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 He's somewhere else so far and clear about two thousand miles from here

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Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada, given what she gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, time's a-been a-tickin' now she's finger lickin' to the man
with the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket, 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 going to run away

Intro/Ending Lick
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