Taylor Swift - The Bolter paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Bolter - Taylor Swift



By all accounts, she almost drowned
When she was six in frigid water
And I can confirm she made
A curious child, ever reviled
By everyone except her own father
With a quite bewitching face
Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless
Excellent fun 'til you get to know her
Then she runs like it's a race
Behind her back, her best mates laughed
And they nicknamed her "The Bolter"
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a 'whore'
Wish he wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fucking lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive
He was a cad, wanted her bad
Just like any good trophy hunter
And she liked the way it tastes
Taming a bear, making him care
Watching him jump then pulling him under
And at first blush, this is fate
When it's all roses, portrait poses
Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats
What a charming Saturday!
That's when she sees the littlest leaks
Down in the floorboards
And she just knows
She must bolt
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends up with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
Then he'll call her a 'whore'
Wish he wouldn't be sore
But as she was leaving
It felt like breathing
All her fucking lives
Flashed before her eyes
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive
She's been many places with
Men of many faces
First, they're off to the races
And she's laughing drawing aces
But none of it is changing
That the chariot is waiting
Hearts are hers for the breaking
There's escape in escaping
Started with a kiss
"Oh, we must stop meeting like this"
But it always ends with a town car speeding
Out the drive one evening
Ended with the slam of a door
But she's got the best stories
You can be sure
That as she was leaving
It felt like freedom
All her fucking lives
Flashed before her eyes
And she realized
It feels like the time
She fell through the ice
Then came out alive



Writer(s): Aaron Brooking Dessner, Taylor Alison Swift


Taylor Swift - THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
Album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY
date de sortie
19-04-2024




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