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 youre gonna have to pay her if you want to park here. Well mommys little dancers quite a little secret workin on the streets now never gonna keep it. Its quite an imposition And now shes only wishin That she would have listened To the words they said. Poor Taylor. Well she just wonders around uneffected by the winter winds, yeah and shell pretend that well shes somewhere else so far and clear about 2,000 miles from here. Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window And Sunnys silhouette wont let him in and poor old Petes got nothin cause hes been fallin but somehow Sunny knows just where hes been He thinks that singin on a Sundays gunna save his soul but now that Saturdays gone Well somehow he thinks that hes on his way but I can see, that his break lights are on And he just wonders around uneffected by the winter winds, yeah and hell pretend that well hes somewhere else so far and clear about 2,000 miles from here. Shes 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 times a been tickin now shes 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 Taylors gunna run away
Artist: Jack Johnson
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