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Song Lyrics About My Teen-Age Years If I Were Taylor Swift

Another Friday night,
Listening to Norah Jones—
Baking cookies,
Wearing basketball shorts.

Bagels at Panera,
Hazelnut coffee
At Panera.
Wishing I was a grownup.
Caffeine makes me feel.

Mom and Dad,
I love you.
I love you,
Mom and Dad.

I have a crush on a senior—
His rumpled shirt,
His Mom doesn’t iron it.
It’s a love that hurts.

Saturday night at Lindsey’s,
Watching ​“Save the Last Dance​” with Noah.
I miss you, Noah.
Is cat heaven full of aquariums?
Full of aquariums?

Time to go to confession again.
What will I say?
I hope I get the good priest.

College applications piling up
Like the ice on my windshield
That I scrape off in the dark mornings,
The dark, dark mornings before school.

My uncles are hilarious.
So, so funny.

I don’t need to drink at homecoming to have fun,
I don’t need to go to homecoming to have fun,
I didn’t get asked to homecoming.

Waking up early on Saturdays,
A tired teen-ager.
I’m an assistant volleyball coach
For my sister’s sixth-grade team.
The other coaches are my Mom
and my other sister.
Go Lancers.

Don’t come up to my room with the video camera.
You’re making memories,
I’m making a scarf
For your Christmas present.

Cross-country meets,
French Club treats,
Endless laughs and ponytails,
My Camry’s beats.

Straightening my hair,
For you,
For you.
Sorry, Grandma,
You loved my curls.

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