you: let’s fuck
taylor swift, an intellectual: put your lips close to mine, as long as they don’t touch. out of focus eye to eye, ‘til the gravity’s too much. and i’ll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands. and i’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand.
you: remember when we fucked?
taylor swift, an intellectual: you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down.
you: I’m good at fucking
taylor swift, an intellectual: you touch me once and it’s really something. you find I’m even better than you imagined I would be
you: we’re fucking on the down low
taylor swift, an intellectual: i said, ‘no one has to know what we do’, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
you: he was the best sex I ever had
taylor swift, an intellectual: flew me to places I’ve never been
you: we should fuck
taylor swift, an intellectual: you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt; and I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
taylor swift has seen this
her sex lyrics were blunt this time so we don’t have to do all this anymore
