paroles de chanson 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
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
wishing
That
she
would
have
listened
to
the
words
they
said
Poor
Taylor
She
just
wanders
around,
unaffected
by
The
winter
winds,
and
she'll
pretend
that
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,
and
he′ll
pretend
that
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
world
If
Taylor
finds
a
better
world
Then
Taylor's
gonna
run
away
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