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,

With that same big loud opinion but,

Somebody made you cold,

You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

You, with your switching sides,

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

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

But all you are is mean,

You, with your words like knives

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,

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

You, have pointed out my flaws again,