Taylor - Jack Johnson

They say 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 wanna park here
Well mommy's little dancer has 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 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 nothin' 'cause he's been fallin'
But somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singin' on a Sunday gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I can see, that his brake lights are on

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 chicken, time's a-been a-tickin'
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flyin' in his rocket
Only stoppin' by on his way to a better world

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