Taylor Swift ☆

Most girls won’t tick all of the boxes
More baggage than my LA ex
And don’t know who The Knocks is
Most girls are made-in-China plastics
Over-the-counter counterfeits emotional gymnastics
It’s summertime in Los Angeles
Livin’ easy on the sand ’til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I’m gonna man hell, we’re gonna be famous
Come up and blow me up the sun
Cause I’m on one
I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell take no one’s shit
She’d be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish
Most girls are beautiful in pictures
The smoke-and-mirror Juliets, the Penn and Teller sisters
Yeah, most girls are post-traumatic stresses
Like fight-or-flighters, up all night untangling their messes
It’s summertime in Los Angeles
Livin’ easy on the sand til the sunburn hits
In the studio with Dan, dedicating my lips
To the girl I’m gonna man hell, we’re gonna be famous
Come up and blow me up the sun
Cause I’m on one
I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell take no one’s shit
She’d be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish
And all the valley girls will come
With me and Ringo on the drums
Yeah, I’m on one
I wish
I could find my Taylor Swift
Be bad as hell; take no one’s shit
She’d be a boss and so legit
I, I, I, I
I wish
I could find my sweet escape
We could drink pink lemonade
And stay in bed and dream awake
I, I, I, I
I wish