Taylor Swift
When you think Tim McGraw...
I hope you think my favorite song
In your life you'll do things greater than...
She looks at life like it's a party and she's on the list...
She looks like me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
You look like bad news...
I gotta have you
I never miss a beat...
I'm lightning on my feet
I bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about...
And she's got everything that I had to live without
You were Romeo...
You were throwing pebbles
Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain...
Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain
You would hide away and find your piece of mind...
With some indie record that's MUCH cooler than mine...
You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt...
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
Oh, what a shame...
What a rainy ending given to a perfect day
You wore a dark gray t-shirt
Somewhere back inside a room, wearing a gown...
Shaped like a pastry
These days I'm restless...
Work days are endless
Nice to meet you, where you been I could show you incredible things...
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
There's a fire inside you...
That can't help but shine through
I'm the one that makes you laugh when you know your 'bout to cry...
I know your favorite song
You, with your switching sides...
Loving him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song...
Fighting him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Your drowning, your drowning, your drowning...
Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street
Maybe I should've seen the signs...
Should've read the writing on the wall
Hey, Stephen I know looks can be deceiving but...
And I can see you years from now in a bar...
Talking over a football game
I'd like to be my old self again, but i'm still trying to find it...
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Cherry lips, crystal skies...
I could show you incredible things