House Party With One Direction!!!

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?

As I finished singing, the audience clapped and cheered. My name is Taylor swift. I am a famous country, and pop singer.

Well, I wish I was. My name is actually Anna Angelous. My dream is to be a singer like Taylor Swift. I don't write my own music. I can play the guitar and I love to sung and have been told i'm really good. My uncle's name is Simon Cowell. He manages bands, but oviously, I can't tell him I can sing! He's way to mean! But now, he's coming down for a visit while my parents are away. You'll bever guess who he's bringing.

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