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,

You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

Somebody made you cold,

With that same big loud opinion but,

You, with your switching sides,

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

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

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

You, have pointed out my flaws again,

But all you are is mean,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

You, with your words like knives

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,