sweet nothing干音

作词: Taylor Swift/ William Bowery，

作曲: Taylor Swift/ William Bowery，

I spy with my little tired eye，

Tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July，

Down deep inside your pocket，

We almost forgot it，

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

Ooh, ooh- ooh- ooh，

They said the end iscomin'，

Everyone's up to something，

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings，

Outsidethey're push and shoving，

You're in the kitchen humming，

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing，

On the way home，

I wrote a poem，

You say" What a mind"，

This happens all the time，

Ooh, ooh- ooh- ooh，

'Cause they said the end iscomin'，

Everyone's up to something，

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings，

Outsidethey're push and shoving，

You're in the kitchen humming，

All that you ever wanted from me was nothing，

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors，

And smooth- talking hucksters out glad- handing each other，

And the voices that implore" You should be doing more"，

To you I can admit, thatI'm just too soft for all of it，

Ooh, ooh- ooh- ooh，

They said the end iscomin'，

Everyone's up to something，

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings，

Outsidethey're push and shoving，

You're in the kitchen humming，

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing，

They said the end iscomin', ooh- ooh，

They said the end iscomin'，

Everyone's up to something，

Everyone's up to something，

I found myself running home to your sweet nothings，

Outsidethey're push and shoving, ooh- ooh，

Outsidethey're push and shoving，

You're in the kitchen humming，

You're in the kitchen humming，

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing。