Lyrics Jack Johnson – Taylor

They 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 gonna have to pay her
If you wanna park here.

Well, mommy’s little dancer
Has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now,
Never gonna 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, yeah.
And she’ll pretend that,
Well, she’s somewhere else.
So far and clear,
About 2’000 miles from here.

Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window,
But Sunny Silhouette won’t let him in.
And poor old Pete’s got nothing
‘Cause he’s been fallin’,
And somehow Sunny knows just where he’s been.

He thinks that singin’ on a Sunday gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday’s gone.

And he just wanders around
Unaffected by the winter winds, yeah.
And he’ll pretend that,
Well, he’s somewhere else.
So far and clear,
About 2’000 miles from here.

Such a tough enchilada
Filled up with nada.
Givin’ what you gotta give
to get a dollar bill.

Used to be a limber chick and
Time has been a-tickin’.
Now she’s finger-licking
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,
Taylor’s gonna run away.