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 want to 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

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window

but Sunny Silhouette won't let him in

Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling

Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been

He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul

now that Saturday is gone

Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way

but I can see

that his brake lights are on

Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada

giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill

Used to be a limber chicken, time's a been a ticking

Now she's finger licking 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