Track listing
13. Wi$h Li$t (Settled Down Acoustic Version)
14. The Life of a Showgirl (feat. Sabrina Carpenter) (Dressing Room Rehearsal Version)
Wi$h Li$t (Settled Down Acoustic Version)
Wi$h Li$t (Settled Down Acoustic Version)
Written by: Taylor Swift, Max Martin & Shellback
They want that yacht life, under chopper blades
They want those bright lights and Balenci’ shades
And a fat ass with a baby face
They want it all
They want that complex female character
They want that critical smash Palme d’Or
And an Oscar on their bathroom floor
They want it all
And they should have what they want
They deserve what they want
Hope they get what they want
I just want you, huh
Have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you
We tell the world to leave us thе fuck alone, and they do, wow
Got me drеaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop
Boss up, settle down, got a wish list
I just want you
They want that freedom, living off the grid
They want those three dogs that they call their kids
And that good surf, no hypocrites
They want it all
They want a contract with Real Madrid
They want that spring break that was fuckin’ lit
And then that video taken off the internet
They want it all
And they should have what they want
They deserve what they want
I hope they get what they want
I just want you, huh
Have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you
We tell the world to leave us the fuck alone, and they do, wow
Got me dreaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop
Boss up, settle down, got a wish list
I made wishes on all of the stars
Please, God, bring me a best friend who I think is hot
I thought I had it right, once, twice, but I did not
You caught me off my guard
I hope get what I want
‘Cause I know what I want
I just want you, huh
Have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you
We tell the world to leave us the fuck alone, and they do, wow
Got me dreaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop
Boss up, settle down, got a wish list
I just want you
And we can have a couple kids, got the whole block looking like you
And we tell the world to leave us the fuck alone, and they do wow
And now you got me dreaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop
Boss up, settle down, got a wish list
I just want you
The Life of a Showgirl (feat. Sabrina Carpenter) (Dressing Room Rehearsal Version)
The Life of Showgirl (feat. Sabrina Carpenter)
Written by: Taylor Swift, Max Martin & Shellback
Her name was Kitty
Made her money being pretty and witty
They gave her the keys to this city
Then they said she didn’t do it legitly, uh
I bought a ticket
She’s dancing in her garters and fishnets
Fifty in the cast, zero missteps
Looking back, I guess it was kismet
I waited by the stage door
Packed in with the autograph
Hounds barking her name
Then glowing like the end of a cigarette
Wow, she came out
I said, “You’re living my drеam”
Then she said to me
“Hеy, thank you for the lovely bouquet
You’re sweeter than a peach
But you don’t know the life of a showgirl, babe
(And you’re never, ever gonna)
Wait, the more you play, the more that you pay
You’re softer than a kitten, so
You don’t know the life of a showgirl, babe
*And you’re never gonna wanna”)
She was a menace
The baby of the family in Lenox
Her father whored around like all men did
Her mother took pills and played tennis
So, she waited by the stage door
Asked the club for more to arrive
She said, “I’d sell my soul to have a taste of a magnificent life”
It’s all mine
But that’s not what showgirls get
They leave us for dead
Hey, thank you for the lovely bouquet
You’re sweeter than a peach
But you don’t know the life of a showgirl, babe
(And you’re never, ever gonna)
Wait, the more you play, the more that you pay
You’re softer than a kitten, so
You don’t know the life of a showgirl, babe
(And you’re never gonna wanna)
I took her pearls of wisdom
Hung them from my neck
I paid my dues with every bruise
I knew what to expect
Do you wanna take a skate on the ice inside my veins?
They ripped me off like false lashes
And then threw me away
And all the headshots on the walls
Of the dance hall are of the bitches
Who wish I’d hurry up and die
But, I’m immortal now, baby dolls
I couldn’t if I tried, so I say
“Thank you for the lovely bouquet
I’m married to the hustle
And now I know the life of a showgirl, babe
(And I’ll never know another)
Pain hidden by the lipstick and lace (Lipstick and lace)
Sequins are forever and now I know the life of a showgirl, babe
(Wouldn’t have it any other way)
Wouldn’t have it any other way
Wouldn’t have it any other way
Wouldn’t have it any other way
So, thank you for the lovely bouquet
Hey, Kitty (Thank you for lovely bouquet)
Now I’m making money being pretty and witty
Thank you for the lovely bouquet”