Taylor Swift Is Stalking Me

Why yes, I dated Taylor Swift And no, she didn't write a song on it I'm not quite sure what that means Unless it is she still likes me That might be the explanation why I catch her out of the corner of my eye It makes perfect sense now I believe That Taylor Swift is stalking me When she found out that I like to rock She went straight from Country into Pop Any country bumpkin can plainly see That Taylor still has eyes for me When I'm out shopping at the Grocery store And I catch her sneaking down isle 4 Taylor girl you can't fool me Your not only here for the Pickled Beets The other day my car dinged low on fuel So I pulled in for Petro and to check the oil You'll never guess who's pumping gas Do you really even need to ask And when it is I'm home alone There's that ring of the late night call With heavy breathing on the end of the phone To the tune of Shake It Off I'm a bit more worried than I am flattered She seems these days Mad as a Hatter Who after all this would not believe That Taylor Swift is stalking me