Key of Awesome - Look What You Made Me Do

I'm not actually that mad
Our blood is not that bad
But It pays to exaggerate these
Petty High School Feuds

You remember that one time
You cut in the lunch line?
No? Well neither do I
But I need to be pissed at You

I'm merciless but on the surface
I act so demure
Time to admit I'm a pop music Cersei Lannister
Screw Katy Perry
I was barely ever friends with her
Got a pot that I love to stir (Ohh)

(Uu) I don't think about You
That's why I wrote this tune
And made an epic video
To show You I'm aloof
All of the things I do
Are calculated moves
That's why I'll never ever ever
Date non-famous dudes

You stole dancers from me
Who weres Your originally
I wrote songs when I was 15
That had more Maturity
(Than This)

It's hard to keep a straight face
When I say I don't love drama
Don't touch my ass cause I'll sue Your ass
And I'll take Your dolla
Oh You made This Bish famous
Or so You claim
Don't know what You made but I made You insane

When I ask for a diet coke
I want It with a lime
And don't make eye contact with Me
Or You could lose an eye
I got My bitch pants on
And I must say They fit me fine
Piss Me off
Cause I need more rhymes (Ohh)

(Uu) My new assistant June
You would think She was two
Last week That dipshit
Brought Me misso soup without a spoon
I'm just playing with You
Your crying face is Eww
Wipe off that snot
Before It drips on my new Jimmy Choo's

Why did My assistant try to sabotage Me?
Unless She's secretly working for Katy
My shit list has gotten longer than War and Peace
My friend list is a post It note That says "Me"
Who would like to join Me for an after shoot drink?
(Oooh, My grandma died, Ummm)
(I need 12 Hours of sleep)
You have all inspired my upcoming LP
(Really?)
It's about every piece of shit That crossed Me

"I'm sorry, The old Taylor can't crumb to the"
"Oh, Shoot"
"I'm sorry, The phone Taylor can't crumb to the"
"Ahh! Why do I keep saying crumb?"
"Third time's a charm"
"I'm sorry, The old Taylor can't come..."
(Excuse Me, I've got a delivery for a Taylor Swift)
(AGH!)
(Look What You Made Me Do!)

Crap!
Well now I'm all alone
Who will pick up the phone?
And help Me choose My next target to musically bemoan
My writing partner fled
I'll steal from right said Fred
I bet those one hit wonders aren't too sexy for a check