Taylor — текст песни (Jack Johnson)

Taylor was a good girl, never want to be late,
complain, express, ideas in her brain,
working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,
you`re going to have to pay her, if you want to park here,
well mommy`s little dancer has a quite a little secret,
working on the streets now, never going to keep it,
it`s quite an imposition, but now she`s only wishin,
that she would have listened to the words they said ...
Poor Taylor...She just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds, well she`ll pretend that, she`s somewhere else,
so far and clear, `bout 2000 miles from here ...
Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window,
but Sunny`s silouette won`t let him in,
and poor old pete`s got nothing, `cause he`s been falling,
and somehow Taylor# knows, just where he`s been,
he thinks that singing on sunday `gonna save his soul,
now that saturday`s gone, well 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, yeah and he`ll pretend that, he`s somewhere else,
so far and clear, `bout 2000 miles from here ...
she says she`s a tough encilada, fill up with nada,
givin` what you gotta give to get a dollar bill,
used to be a limber chicken, time`s a been a ticken,
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...taylor`s gonna run away ....