HelluvaGirl

I really hate how much I love her songs.

Whenever I think Taylor Swift, it’s like argh, she’s everything I’m not: the Golden Girl, the American Wannabe, so Purrrfect – but take away her makeup and dresses, and she’s the girl next door I would never hit on. 

Oh wait, there’s this really cool song on the radio again:

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

Can you hear her flirtatious lift at the end of each line, reminding of those teenage-year infatuations when you just couldn’t contain the head-spinning candy-floss excitement, sexual tension and a huge expectation of something you didn’t fully perceive because you’ve never fallen down hard just yet…

I come home, check out YouTube – guess what. Taylor Swift.

Oh well. Better come out of denial and start downloading that album.