Taylor Swift - Mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Well you can take me down,

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

And swords and weapons that you use against me,

I bet you got pushed around,

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,

Talking over a football game,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.

You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

With that same big loud opinion but,

You, with your switching sides,

Somebody made you cold,

But all you are is mean,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

Someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

You, have pointed out my flaws again,

You, with your words like knives

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,