Taylor Swift- (Folklore) 10. Illicit Affairs

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Make sure nobody see's you leave
Hood over your head keep your eyes down
Tell your friends you're out on a run
You'll be flushed when you returned
Take the road less traveled by
Tell yourself you can always stop
What started in beautiful rooms
Ends up meeting in parking lots,

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and longing stairs
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies and it dies and it dies
A million little times,

Leave the perfume of the shelf
That you just picked out for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you didn't even exist
Take the words for what they are
A dwindling mercurial high
A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times,

And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie and they lie and they lie
A million little times,

And got wanna scream
Don't call me kid don't call me baby
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else
Don't call me kid don't call be baby
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else,

And you know it damn well
For you I would ruin myself
A million little times.

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