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Taylor

Jack Johnson

 
C G Am F
 
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 two thousand miles 
From here 
 
Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window 
The sunny silhouette won't let him in 
 
Poor old Pete's got nothing, cause he's been falling 
Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been 
 
He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul 
Now that Saturday's gone 
 
Sometimes he thinks, that he's on his way 
But I can see, that his brake lights are on 
 
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 two thousand miles 
From here 
 
Such a tough enchilada 
Filled up with nada 
Giving what she gotta 
Give to get a dollar bill 
 
Used to be a limber chicken 
Times have 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 
C D F G
world If Taylor finds a better
C D F G C
world Then Taylor's gonna run away


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