taylor swift lyrics – My Type is Homicidal

I can feel the flames on my skin
Crimson red paint on my lips
If a man talks shit
Then I owe him nothing
I don’t regret it one bit
Cause he had it comin’

‘Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream

If you got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her
But if you’re single that’s honestly worse
Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts

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