Taylor Swift
I knew you were trouble when you walked in
Trouble
You take me places that tears up my reputation
There's nothing holdin me back
But she wears short skirts I wear sneakers
You belong with be
I know I can treat you better than he can, and any girl like you deserves a gentleman
Treat you better
Our song is a slamming screen door, sneaking out late knockin on your window, when were on the phone and you talk real slow cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song
I thought that I been hurt before but know ones ever left me quite this sore
Stiches
Cause baby now we got bad blood
Bad blood
I love it when you call me senorita
Senorita
He said lets get out of this town, drive out of the city away from the crowd
Wildest dreams
Baby please have mercy
Mercy