Taylor
Jack Johnson"Taylor" is a song by Jack Johnson, released in 2003 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:29 long and contains 49 lines and 269 words.
Lyrics
0:22They said taylor was a good girl
0:24Never one to be late
0:25Complain express ideas in her brain
0:34Workin on the night shift
0:35Passin out the tickets
0:36You're gonna have to pay her
0:38If you want to park here
0:45Well mommy's little dancer's
0:46Quite a little secret
0:47Workin on the streets now
0:49Never gonna keep it
0:56It's quite an imposition
0:57And now she's only wishin'
0:58That she would have listened
1:00To the words they said
1:06Poor Taylor
1:08Well she just wonders around
1:10Uneffected by
1:14The winter winds yeah
1:16And she'll pretend that
1:19Well she's somewhere else
1:22So far and clear
1:24About 2 000 miles from here
1:40Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
1:45And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
1:49And poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'
1:56But somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
2:01He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gunna save his soul
2:06But now that Saturday's gone
2:13Well somehow he thinks that he's on his way
2:18But I can see that his break lights are on
2:25And he just wonders around
2:28Uneffected by
2:31The winter winds yeah
2:34And he'll pretend that
2:36Well he's somewhere else
2:39So far and clear
2:42About 2 000 miles from here
2:56She's such a tough enchilada
2:58Filled up with nada
3:00Givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills
3:07She used to be a limber chick
3:09Time's a been tickin'
3:10Now she's finger lickin to the man
3:13With the money in his pockets
3:15Flyin in his rocket
3:16Only stoppin by on his way to a better world
3:23If Taylor finds a better world
3:29Taylor's gunna run away
They said 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 want to park here Well mommy's little dancer's 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 wonders around Uneffected 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 Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window And Sunny's 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's gunna save his soul But now that Saturday's gone Well somehow he thinks that he's 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 he'll pretend that Well he's somewhere else So far and clear About 2 000 miles from here She's 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 Time's a been tickin' Now she's 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 Taylor's gunna run away
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