"You have pointed out my flaws again, as is if I don't already see them."

T. Swift har varit trending på twitter nu i snart ett dygn. Jag tror inte ni förstår hur ovanligt det är, den där listan ändras ungefär varannan sekund och saker flyttar runt. När Glee-saker är trending så ligger de där kanske 1-5 minuter som max. Taylor är nu inne på över 12 timmar.

Men så är hon också 22 år. Hon har gett ut tre album som hon skrivit själva, både text och musik, och de har alla sålt platina gång på gång. Hon har åkt på två utsålda världsturnéer. Hon har vunnit 102 priser, inklusive 6 stycken Grammy's. ETTHUNDRATVÅ priser. Som 22-åring, och fortfarande lyckas hon se lika chockad ut varje gång. Och sedan går hon upp och sjunger Mean, som är en låt till alla kritiker som dissar henne och ändrar texten till "Some day I'll be singing this at the Grammy's and all you ever gonna be is mean". Det är inte så konstigt att jag älskar henne.

You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded
You, pickin' on the weaker man

Well, you can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your walk-by lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them
I'll walk with my head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now 'cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know what you don't know

Someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion but nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing

But all you are is mean
All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big old city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?