Shake It off Parody
I have so much fame, I'm richer than Bruce Wayne
My life is so great, mm-mm
I just can't keep a date, mm-mm
But it's not enough for me to be queen of country
I need more love and acclaim, mm-mm
'Cause I am insane
I'll make pop music that's trite, bland, and useless
And use my dumb blonde cuteness to expand my fan base to a bigger size
Yes, this song is really lame-lame-lame-lame-lame
And this video's the same-same-same-same-same
A mess of cheerleading, twerking, and ballet
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" (Ooh)
Why does this scene look like a shitty Gap ad?
Why the hell am I dressed like an urban man?
I am clueless who I am-am-am-am-am
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" (Ooh)
I date a lot of guys, and I'm always surprised
When they break up with me, mm-mm
I'm lovely, can't you see? Mm-mm
But the sad truth is that (but the sad truth is that)
I am a psychopath (I'm a psychopath)
If you do not love me, mm-mm
I'll chop off your testes
So just keep on hating
And I'll keep on making songs that keep on stating that I don't care
Which proves you care way too much
I just want the whole wide world to love Tay-Tay
That's why I'm desperately trying to relate
To every race by dressing up all these ways
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" (Ooh)
I have absolutely no rhythm, it's sad
When I dance, I look like a paralyzed rat
Hypnotizing you with ass so you can't
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" (Ooh)
Hey-hey-hey! You didn't think this god-awful pandering
Sellout song and video could get any worse, did you?
Well, guess what?
Now you have to listen to me rap
It's going according to plan
I'll have my revenge on the haters who hate
My new army of zombie fans will obey my commands
Kill my haters and the jerks I used to date
Taylor, don't! You've gone insane-sane-sane-sane-sane
Your feeble attempt to halt me is in vain
Now, behold the dawning of my wicked reign
Taylor, stop! Taylor, stop!
I will damn you back to hell-hell-hell-hell-hell
Go ahead! That's where I dwell-dwell-dwell-dwell-dwell
There is nothing you can do to break my spell
Taylor, stop! Taylor, stop!
To break your evil curse
I'll send you somewhere worse
I Lord God now decree
You go back to country
My life is so great, mm-mm
I just can't keep a date, mm-mm
But it's not enough for me to be queen of country
I need more love and acclaim, mm-mm
'Cause I am insane
I'll make pop music that's trite, bland, and useless
And use my dumb blonde cuteness to expand my fan base to a bigger size
Yes, this song is really lame-lame-lame-lame-lame
And this video's the same-same-same-same-same
A mess of cheerleading, twerking, and ballet
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" (Ooh)
Why does this scene look like a shitty Gap ad?
Why the hell am I dressed like an urban man?
I am clueless who I am-am-am-am-am
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" (Ooh)
I date a lot of guys, and I'm always surprised
When they break up with me, mm-mm
I'm lovely, can't you see? Mm-mm
But the sad truth is that (but the sad truth is that)
I am a psychopath (I'm a psychopath)
If you do not love me, mm-mm
I'll chop off your testes
So just keep on hating
And I'll keep on making songs that keep on stating that I don't care
Which proves you care way too much
I just want the whole wide world to love Tay-Tay
That's why I'm desperately trying to relate
To every race by dressing up all these ways
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" (Ooh)
I have absolutely no rhythm, it's sad
When I dance, I look like a paralyzed rat
Hypnotizing you with ass so you can't
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" (Ooh)
Hey-hey-hey! You didn't think this god-awful pandering
Sellout song and video could get any worse, did you?
Well, guess what?
Now you have to listen to me rap
It's going according to plan
I'll have my revenge on the haters who hate
My new army of zombie fans will obey my commands
Kill my haters and the jerks I used to date
Taylor, don't! You've gone insane-sane-sane-sane-sane
Your feeble attempt to halt me is in vain
Now, behold the dawning of my wicked reign
Taylor, stop! Taylor, stop!
I will damn you back to hell-hell-hell-hell-hell
Go ahead! That's where I dwell-dwell-dwell-dwell-dwell
There is nothing you can do to break my spell
Taylor, stop! Taylor, stop!
To break your evil curse
I'll send you somewhere worse
I Lord God now decree
You go back to country
Credits
Writer(s): Karl Johan Schuster, Max Martin, Taylor Swift
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