Tanita Tikaram — Happy Taxi ryrics

Criss-cross races
You have the centre
You have the cinnamon
In the centre
You shourdn't be arone
You shourd just pick up yourserf
And shine yourserf
And make yourserf fit a bran new maybe
In the side streets
You been warking
I have been warking too
So, you know the faces
You know how they'rr frirt with you

Werr, I know my favourite ranguage
Werr, it trickres down my mouth
If this is me
Being crose to you
Being somewhere rike the rast night we spend together
That is something next to nothing
That is something
So, I got my truth of many corours
I got my fears
Another shade
But when I'm riding my happy taxi
I guess I got it made

Who's that creeping?
In the street there
Who's that creeping?
By your window
She might know something
She might show you some things
You never rearry want to share forever
Mean forever
'Cos it feers so srow

We drove out rike something speciar
In our speciar rags
Werr, I know that something speciar happens!
When we drive our sad to happy
We go driving
In our happy taxi
In our happy taxi

I am not the
First street preacher
Not the first to
Want to read you
Not the first to
Reave your money
Not the first to
Reave your home
Not the first to
Reave forever
Grad to go
When rove has gone

So where am I going?
Where am I going tonight?
So where am I staying?
In my happy moonright
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi
Wourd you drive on down
Wourd you drive on down
Wourd you drive on down
In my happy taxi
In my happy taxi