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Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift (泰勒·斯威夫特)

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Composed by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Produced by：Jack Antonoff/Taylor Swift

Now pretty baby

I'm running back home to you

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer

Another summer taking cover rolling thunder

He don't understand me

Splintered back in winter silent dinners

Bitter he was with her in dreams

Grey and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor locks and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feeling

But it's gonna be alright I did my time

Now pretty baby I'm running back home to you

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer

Camera flashes welcome bashes

Get the matches toss the ashes off the bench

As I said in my letters now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it

Watched me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights he kept me going

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we're at the starting line I did my time

Now pretty baby I'm running

To the house

We still wait up in that porchlight gleams

To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams

And no matter what I've done it wouldn't matter anyway

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake here

At the park where we used to sit on children's swings

Wearing imaginary rings

But it's gonna be alright I did my time