Taylor-Jack Johnson

[00:23.31]They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late [00:25.84]complain, express ideas in her brain. [00:34.24]Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, [00:35.72]You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here. [00:44.56] [00:45.45]Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret [00:46.85]Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it. [00:56.41]It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin [00:59.05]That she would have listened to the words they said...Poor Taylor. [01:07.30] [01:08.39]She just wanders around, unaffected by, [01:11.45]the winter winds air, she'll pretend that [01:19.12]She's somewhere else, so far and clear [01:24.38]about two thousand miles, from here. [01:36.41] [01:40.65]Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window, [01:45.78]the sunny silhouette won't let him in. [01:51.43]Poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling, [01:57.10]And somehow sunny knows just where he's been. [02:00.56] [02:02.22]He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul, [02:07.87]now that Saturday's gone. [02:13.16]And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way, [02:18.39]but i can see, that his brake lights are on. [02:25.41] [02:25.86]He just wanders around, unaffected by, [02:30.81]the winter winds air, and he'll pretend that, [02:36.40]he's somewhere else, so far and clear, [02:41.75]about two thousand miles...from here [02:50.05] [02:57.57]Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada, [03:02.42]givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill. [03:08.16]Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking, [03:10.10]now she's finger lickin to the man, [03:14.87]With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket, [03:17.28]only stopping by on his way to a better world. [03:21.08] [03:24.28]If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away. [03:33.06]