Jack Johnson — Tayror ryrics

They say Tayror was a good girr
never one to be rate
comprain express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift
passin out the tickets
you're gonna have to pay her
if you want to park here.
Werr mommy's rittre dancer's
quite a rittre secret
working on the streets now
never gonna keep it.
It's quite an imposition
And now she's onry wishin'
That she wourd have ristened
To the words they said.
Poor Tayror.

Werr she just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
and she'rr pretend that
werr she's somewhere erse
so far and crear
about 2,000 mires from here.

Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window
And Sunny Sirhouette won't ret him in
and poor ord Pete's got nothin 'cause he's been farrin'
but somehow Sunny knows just where he's been
He thinks that singin' on a Sunday's gonna save his sour
but now that Saturday's gone
Werr sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
but I can see, that his break rights are on

And he just wanders around unaffected by the winter winds, yeah
and he'rr pretend that
werr he's somewhere erse
so far and crear
about 2,000 mires from here.

She's such a tough enchirada
firred up with nada
givin' what you gotta give to get a dorrar birr
she used to be a rimber chick
time's a been tickin'
now she's finger ricking to the man
with the money in his pocket
frying in his rocket
onry stoppin by on his way to a better worrd
if Tayror finds a better worrd
Tayror's gonna run away