“Look what you made me do,” sang Taylor, pointedly.
“I-I shake it off. I shake it off,” sang Taylor, fitfully.
“I knew you were trouble when you walked in,” Taylor sang, gamely.
“Just a boy in a Chevy truck, that has a tendency of getting stuck,” sang Taylor, emptily.
“Now we got bad blood,” sang Taylor, anemically.
“We are never ever ever getting back together,” sang Taylor, uncertainly.
“Everything will be alright, if you keep me next to you,” sang Taylor, distantly.
“You’ll do greater things than dating the boy on the football team,” sang Taylor, fumblingly.
“I’ve got a blank space, baby, I’ll write your name,” sang Taylor, informally.
“You are the best thing that’s ever been mine,” sang Taylor, objectively.