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,

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

Somebody made you cold,

You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

You, with your switching sides,

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.

You, have pointed out my flaws again,

But all you are is mean,

You, have knocked me off my feet again,

You, with your words like knives

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,

All you are is mean.