Karaoké Taylor Jack Johnson

They say Taylor was a good girl never one to be late

Complain express ideas in her brain

Working 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

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 thousands miles from here

Oh Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window

And sunny silhouette won't let him in

Poor old Pete's got nothin 'cos 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 wanders around unaffected by

The winter winds yeah and he'll pretend that

Well he's somewhere else so far and clear

About two thousands miles from here

She's such a tough enchilada filled up with nada

Givin' what you gotta give to get a dollar bill

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

Now she's finger licking to the man

With the money in his pocket flying in his rocket

Only stoppin by on his way to a better world

If Taylor finds a better world

Taylor's gonna run away