Jack Johnson - Taylor

[Verse 1]       C                       C/B They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late Am              F             C    C/B  Am  F complain, express ideas in her brain C                           C/B Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets,        Am                  F                    C   C/B  Am  F you're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here       C                         C/B Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret Am                          F                 C  C/B  Am  F working on the streets now, never gonna keep it      C                      C/B It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishing      Am                    F                   C  C/B  Am that she would have listened to the words they said F Poor Taylor [Chorus] C            C/B             Am   F      C She just wanders around, unaffected by    C/B            Am  F               C the winter winds and she'll pretend that             C/B    Am   F             C she's somewhere else, so far and clear      C/B             Am About two thousand miles from here [Verse 2] C             C/B                     Am    F Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window    C             C/B             Am    F but Sunny Silhouette won't let him in C                   C/B                         Am     F Poor old Pete's got nothing because he's been falling         C          C/B            Am      F Somehow Sunny knows just where he's been 
 C                          C/B         Am   F He thinks that singing on Sunday is gonna save his soul C        C/B    Am         F now that Saturday is gone C            C/B                Am    F Sometimes he thinks that he's on his way          C    C/B  Am but I can see          F that his brake lights are on [Chorus] C            C/B             Am   F     C He just wanders around, unaffected by    C/B            Am  F                  C the winter winds and he'll pretend that      C/B            Am   F             C he's somewhere else, so far and clear      C/B             Am About two thousand miles from here [Verse 3]        C                C/B Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada Am                    F                   C    C/B  Am  F giving what she gotta give to get a dollar bill        C                    C/B Used to be a limber chicken, time's a been a ticking Am                       F Now she's finger licking to the man         C                    C/B With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket Am                     F                 C    Dadd4add9   F Only stopping by on his way to a better world   G                      C   Dadd4add9   F If Taylor finds a better world     G                    C then Taylor's gonna run away