Taylor Swift and Curse Words
Cold As You: You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried, cried for you
'Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’
'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’
The Lucky One: How you took the money and your dignity and got the hell out
I Bet You Think About Me: Last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered ‘cause you were with me
All Too Well (10 Minute Version): And you were tossing me the car keys, “Fuck the Patriarchy” keychain on the ground
All Too Well (10 Minute Version): They say all’s well that ends well but I’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind
'1989 (Taylor’s Version)’
Wildest Dreams: He’s so tall and handsome as hell
I Know Places: Loose lips sink ships all the damn time, not this time
I Did Something Bad: If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing
Delicate: Oh damn, never seen that color blue
Delicate: I pretend you’re mine all the damn time
The Man: What’s it like to brag about drinking and dollars and getting bitches and models?
The Man: If I was out flashing my dollars I’d be a bitch not a baller
False God: I know heaven’s a place, I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fight with you
You Need To Calm Down: And I’m just like, “Damn, it’s 7 AM”
the 1: I’m doing good, I’m on some new shit
the 1: I have this dream you’re doing cool shit
the last great american dynasty: Flew in all her Bitch Pack friends from the city
my tears ricochet: Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me
illicit affairs: Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
illicit affairs: And you know damn well, for you you I would ruin myself
invisible string: Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
mad woman: Does she smile, or does she mouth, “Fuck you forever”
betty: Would you tell me to go fuck myself or lead me to the garden?
peace: I talk shit with my friends, it’s like I’m wasting your honor
champagne problems: “What a shame she’s fucked in the head,” they said
gold rush: At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit
gold rush: At dinner parties, I won’t call you out on your contrarian shit
'tis the damn season: ‘Tis the damn season, write this down
'tis the damn season: And I’ll be yours for the weekend, ‘tis the damn season
tolerate it: Lay the table with the fancy shit and watch you tolerate it
happiness: All the years I’ve given is just shit we’re dividing up
happiness: And I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties
dorothea: And damn, Dorothea, they all want to be you
ivy: Oh, goddamn, my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand
ivy: It’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it
ivy: It’s the goddamn fight of my life and you started it, you started it
cowboy like me: And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up
Lavender Haze: All this shit is new to me, yeah, oh yeah
Lavender Haze: I’m damned if I do give a damn what people say
Lavender Haze: No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me
Maroon: You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”
Maroon: Sobbing with your head in your hands, ain’t that the way shit always ends?
Maroon: How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Maroon: And I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy, legacy
Maroon: And I wake with your memory over me, that’s a real fucking legacy to leave
Anti-Hero: She’s laughing up at us from hell
Snow On The Beach: It’s like snow on the beach, weird, but fucking beautiful
Snow On The Beach: Are we falling like snow on the beach, weird, but fucking beautiful
Question…?: But one thing after another, fucking situations, circumstances, miscommunications
Question…?: She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night
Question…?: It was one drink after another, fucking politics and gender roles and you’re not sure and I don’t know
Vigilante Shit: I don’t start shit but I can tell you how it ends
Vigilante Shit: She don’t start shit but she can tell you how it ends
Vigilante Shit: I don’t dress for villains or for innocents, I’m on my vigilante shit again
Karma: You’re talking shit for the hell of it
Karma: Flexing like a goddamn acrobat, me and karma vibe like that
Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve: And I damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil at nineteen
Hits Different: Oh my, love is a lie, shit my friends say to get me by
Hits Different: Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw
Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Karma is ya checks ‘boutta bounce, damn
Karma (feat. Ice Spice): And she never leaving you alone, damn
Karma (feat. Ice Spice): Watch her put ya opps on a throne, damn
Karma (feat. Ice Spice): ‘Cause karma is my boyfriend / damn
'The Tortured Poets Department’
The Tortured Poets Department: And who’s gonna hold you like me? Nobody, no-fucking-body, nobody
Down Bad: Everything comes out teenage petulance, “Fuck it if I can’t have him”
Down Bad: Fuck it if I can’t have us
Down Bad: Fuck it if I can’t have him
Down Bad: Down bad, fuck it if I can’t have him
Down Bad: ‘Cause fuck it, I was in love
Down Bad: So fuck you if I can’t have us
So Long, London: I’m just mad as hell ‘cause I loved this place
But Daddy I Love Him: I’d rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning
But Daddy I Love Him: All the wine moms are still holding out, but fuck them, it’s over
Florida!!!: Florida is one hell of a drug
Florida!!!: Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time
Florida!!!: So you pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas
Florida!!!: At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida
Florida!!!: What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida
Florida!!!: It’s one hell of a drug, it’s one hell of a drug
Florida!!!: Florida, go on, fuck me up
loml: You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: ‘Cause I’m a real touch kid, I can handle my shit
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: Lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die
I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: Lights, camera, bitch, smile in stilettos for miles
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived: Who the fuck was that guy?
The Black Dog: And I hope it’s shitty in The Black Dog when someone plays The Starting Line and you jump up
The Albatross: Devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger
So High School: I’ll drink what you think and I’m high from smoking your jokes all damn night
thanK you aIMee: Screamed, “Fuck you, Aimee” to the night sky as the blood was gushing
Cassandra: When it’s “Burn the bitch” they’re shrieking
The Bolter: Ended with the slam of a door, then he’ll call her a whore
The Bolter: All her fucking lives flashed before her eyes
Other Songs written by Taylor
Renegade: Is it insensitive for me to say, “Get your shit together so I can love you”?
Official Alternate Releases
Teardrops On My Guitar (2006 Version): Drew talks to me, I laugh ‘cause it’s so damn funny
Betty (Clean Version): Would you tell me to go straight to hell or lead me to the garden?
Anti-Hero (feat. Bleachers): Too hurt to hang out, talking shit about your famous baby
Karma (Clean Version): You flip the script for the hell of it
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (Clean Version): Who the hell was that guy?)
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