Taylor Swift songs  

start of a perfect downfall

Smoke enough blow

And it might not hurt so bad

Brush your teeth and hair

And you're clean

Workout once

You're fit

Tired of expectations

Greatness at the tips of numb fingers

Take acid to forget

Hitting me

Won't make me silent

One hit doesn't make me an addict

Collecting street coins will make me rich

Men take everything you have

I'm giving up on love this Saturday night

Sunday brunch will reveal

it's love

too me