Now and then she rereads the manuscript Of the entire tournament affair They compare their licenses He said, "I'm not a downer but I'd give you my heart if you needed it" She rolled her eyes and said "You're a professional" He said, "No, just a good samaritan" He said that of the sex was half as good As the conversation was Soon they'd be pushin' strollers But soon it was over
At the age of him, she wishes she was thirty And made coffee еvery morning in a french press Aftеrwards she only ate kids cereal And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed Then she dated boys who were her own age With dark boards on the back of their doors She thought about how he said Since he said she was so wise beyond her years Everything was been above board She wasn't sure
And the years passed Like seems of a shoulder Professor said to write what you know Lookin' backwards Might be the only way to move forward Then the actors Were hitting their marks In the slow dance Was a light with the spark And the tears fell With synchronicity with the scars And at last She knew what the agony has been for
The only thing that's left is the manuscript One last trip from my trip to your shores Now and then I reread the manuscript But the story isn't mine anymore
Compositor: Taylor Alison Swift (BMI)Editores: Songs Of Universal Inc (BMI), Tasrm Publishing (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #43361903 em 12/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM