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JACK JOHNSON lyrics : "poor taylor"


Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late


Complain express ideas in her brain

Workin' on the night shift passin' out the tickets


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




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


Workin' 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




Well, she just wonders 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




Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window


And 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 singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his soul

But now that Saturday's gone


Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way


But I can see, that his break lights are on




And he just wonders 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




She's such a tough enchilada filled up with nada


Givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills

She used to be a limber chick time's a been tickin'


Now she's finger lickin' to the man


With the money in his pockets, flyin' in his rocket

Only stoppin' by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world, Taylor's gonna run away


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