14mercy: Sounds

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Miss Taylor and your golden hair,
Blues eyes on your face
You got Nashville on the run now, babe
Trying to keep up with your pace
Without a hint of graciousness
Or thoughts of condescension,
I was hoping I could yield or steal
Just a bit of your attention.
You're poetess and princess
You are strong and you are able
So I wrote a little song for you
And turned around the tables.

'Cause Taylor you'll grow older
And come to sights much colder
But don't let them people change ya
That angel girl from Pennsylvania
To be or not to be?
To sleep perchance to dream?
For love was meant for beauty queens
At the tender age of 17.
There's myths and there are fables
We're searching for some truth
So I thought I'd turn the tables
And write a song for you

Miss Taylor, if that Big Machine
You may someday resent
Should you encounter that
Obscene and most preposterous event
If they shoot arrows at your pride
Like some empty-hearted promise
Just rage against the dying light
In the words of Dylan Thomas
Like a laureate and troubadour
With much to gain and none to lose
I've opened that translucent door
And wrote a song for you

They say that you should join them
If you're not equipped to beat them
But you're smooth enough to take them
But too cool there just to leave them
Like Titus Andronicus and the
Battle of Antietem
Their jigsaw hearts will fall apart
But Taylor you don't need 'em
There's teardrops on my cello
Violins I can't use
And I'm a fine, upstanding fellow
And I wrote a song for you