(Parody of Taylor Swift’s song ‘Blank Space’)
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you credible bling
Tragic, fatness, expression, grin
Saw you there and I thought
“Oh, my God, look at my plate
You look like my next steak
Love’s a game, wanna play?” Ay
New money, fruit and pie
Did you take a dramamine
Ain’t it funny? Rumors fly
And I know you heard about me
So hey, let’s wear depends
I’m dying to see how much you spend
Grab your passport and some bands
I can make the old guys turn hood for a weekend
So it’s gonna be whatever
Or I’ll cheat on you with James
You can tell me when it’s over, mm
If the high was worth your brain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain
’Cause you know I love the flavors
And you love the fame!
’Got you sprung, it’s for breakfast
I’ll take you to the bar
It’ll leave you breathless, mm
Or with a new guitar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain
But I’ve got a dank place, baby
And you better refrain
Chicken strips, chicken thighs
I could show you credible bling
Ocean fishes, frog eyes
You’re the Thing, baby, I’m your Machine
Find out what you want
Be that girl for a month
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh, no
Kicking, crying, whining more
I can make the stables burn
Rose garden filled with porn
Keep you second guessing like
“Oh, my God, you peed on me?”
I get drunk it’s my legacy
But you’ll come back each time you leave
’Cause, darling, I’m quite rare, look at my eyes gleam
So it’s gonna be whatever
Or I’ll cheat on you with James
You can tell me when it’s over, mm
If the high was worth your brain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain
’Cause you know I love the flavors
And you love the fame!
’Got you sprung, it’s for breakfast
I’ll take you to the bar
It’ll leave you breathless, mm (oh)
Or with a new guitar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain (I complain)
But I’ve got a dank place, baby
And you better refrain
Girls push and shove, divorce her
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya
Girls push and shove, divorce her
Don’t say I didn’t, say I didn’t warn ya
So it’s gonna be whatever
Or I’ll cheat on you with James
You can tell me when it’s over, mm
If the high was worth your brain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain (I complain)
’Cause you know I love the flavors
And you love the fame!
’Cause you’re sprung, it’s for breakfast
I’ll take you to the bar (ooh)
It’ll leave you breathless, mm
Or with a new guitar (brand new guitar)
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I complain
But I’ve got a dank place, baby
And you better refrain
