[00:00.000] 作词 : Taylor Swift
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Taylor Swift
[00:02.000] 制作人 : Taylor Swift
[00:20.386]Now and then she re-reads the manuscript
[00:25.318]Of the entire torrid affair
[00:30.517]They compared their licenses
[00:32.786]He said, "I'm not a donor but
[00:35.476]I'd give you my heart if you needed it"
[00:40.546]She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional"
[00:45.544]He said, "No, just a Good Samaritan"
[00:50.595]He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was
[00:55.762]Soon they’d be pushing strollers
[00:59.439]But soon it was over
[01:20.732]In the age of him she wished she was thirty
[01:25.731]And made coffee every morning in a French press
[01:31.299]Afterward she only ate kids' cereal
[01:35.849]And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed
[01:41.249]Then she dated boys who were her own age
[01:45.870]With dartboards on the backs of their doors
[01:50.971]She thought about how he said
[01:53.261]Since she was so wise beyond her years
[01:56.427]Everything had been above board
[02:00.098]She wasn't sure
[02:20.764]And the years passed like scenes of a show
[02:25.830]The professor said to write what you know
[02:30.868]Looking backwards might be the only way
[02:35.963]To move forward
[02:40.943]Then the actors were hitting their marks
[02:46.113]And the slow dance was alight with the sparks
[02:51.112]And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score
[03:01.232]And at last
[03:03.910]She knew what the agony had been for
[03:12.026]The only thing that's left is the manuscript
[03:16.790]One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
[03:22.557]Now and then I re-read the manuscript
[03:27.351]But the story isn't mine anymore

作词 : Taylor Swift
作曲 : Taylor Swift
制作人 : Taylor Swift
Now and then she re-reads the manuscript
Of the entire torrid affair
They compared their licenses
He said, "I'm not a donor but
I'd give you my heart if you needed it"
She rolled her eyes and said, "You're a professional"
He said, "No, just a Good Samaritan"
He said that if the sex was half as good as the conversation was
Soon they’d be pushing strollers
But soon it was over
In the age of him she wished she was thirty
And made coffee every morning in a French press
Afterward she only ate kids' cereal
And couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed
Then she dated boys who were her own age
With dartboards on the backs of their doors
She thought about how he said
Since she was so wise beyond her years
Everything had been above board
She wasn't sure
And the years passed like scenes of a show
The professor said to write what you know
Looking backwards might be the only way
To move forward
Then the actors were hitting their marks
And the slow dance was alight with the sparks
And the tears fell in synchronicity with the score
And at last
She knew what the agony had been for
The only thing that's left is the manuscript
One last souvenir from my trip to your shores
Now and then I re-read the manuscript
But the story isn't mine anymore