Look What You Made Me Do

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus 1] 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 [Chorus 1] 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 the things I do Are calculated moves That's why I'll never, ever, ever date non-famous dudes [Verse 2] You stole dancers from me Who were yours 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 take your dolla Oh yeah, you made this bish famous or so you claim Don't know what you made but I made you insane [Pre-Chorus 2] 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 [Chorus 2] My new assistant June You would think she was two Last week this dipshit brought me miso 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 [Verse 3] Why did my new 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 who crossed me [Bridge - Spoken] I'm sorry the old Taylor can't crumb to the phone- Oh, shoot! I'm sorry the phone Taylor can't crumb to the- Ahh! Why do I keep saying crumb? Third time's the charm! I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't - (Excuse me, I got a delivery for a Taylor Swift) Ahhhhhhh! (Look what you made me do!) [Chorus 3] 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