They say Taylor was a good girl
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never one to be late
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complain express ideas in her brain
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Workin on the night shift
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passin out the tickets
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you're gonna have to pay her
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if you want to park here.
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Well mommy's little dancer's
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quite a little secret
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workin on the streets now
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never gonna keep it.
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It's quite an imposition
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And now she's only wishin'
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That she would have listened
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To the words they said.
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Poor Taylor.
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Well she just wanders around
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uneffected by
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the winter winds, yeah
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and she'll pretend that
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well she's somewhere else
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so far and clear
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about 2,000 miles from here.
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Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
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And Sunny's silhouette won't let him in
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and poor old Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been fallin'
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but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
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He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gunna save his soul
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but now that Saturday's gone
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Well sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
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but I can see, that his break lights are on
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And he just wanders around
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uneffected by
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the winter winds, yeah
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and he'll pretend that
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well he's somewhere else
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so far and clear
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about 2,000 miles from here.
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She's such a tough enchilada
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filled up with nada
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givin' what she got to give to get dollar bills
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she used to be a limber chick
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time's a been tickin'
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now she's finger lickin to the man
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with the money in his pockets
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flyin in his rocket
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only stoppin by on his way to a better world
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if Taylor finds a better world
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Taylor's gunna run away
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Taylor
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Jack Johnson |