Criss-cross laces You have the centre You have the cinnamon In the centre You shouldn't be alone You should just pick up yourself And shine yourself And make yourself fit a bran new maybe In the side streets You been walking I have been walking too So, you know the faces You know how they'll flirt with you
Well, I know my favourite language Well, it trickles down my mouth If this is me Being close to you Being somewhere like the last night we spend together That is something next to nothing That is something So, I got my truth of many colours 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 really want to share forever Mean forever 'cos it feels so slow
We drove out like something special In our special rags Well, I know that something special 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 lead you Not the first to Leave your money Not the first to Leave your home Not the first to Leave forever Glad to go When love has gone
So where am I going? Where am I going tonight? So where am I staying? In my happy moonlight In my happy taxi In my happy taxi In my happy taxi In my happy taxi In my happy taxi In my happy taxi Would you drive on down Would you drive on down Would you drive on down In my happy taxi In my happy taxi
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