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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KIDZ BOP Kids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taylor Swift
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Annie Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Philips
Producer
Lyrics
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fever dream air in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
Bad, bad move, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
Takin' it slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn't hurt me makes me want it more
It's new, the shape of this moment, it's blue
The feeling I've got, and it's ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em, no rules
In breakable heaven, but ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
I'm not lying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
We're not trying (oh yeah, you're right, I want it)
So cut the headlights, summertime life
I'm always waiting for you just to leave me alone
Devils roll the dice (dice), angels roll their eyes (eyes)
And if I cry, you'll be the last to know, oh
It's new, the shape of this moment, it's blue
The feeling I've got, and it's ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em, no rules
In breakable heaven, but ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
I'm here in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby comin' from where you are (oh)
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
And I scream, "For whatever it's worth
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
He looks up, grinnin' like a devil
It's new, the shape of this moment, it's blue
The feeling I've got, and it's ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em, no rules
In breakable heaven, but ooh, whoa-oh
It's a cruel summer with you
I'm here in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby comin' from where you are (oh)
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
And I scream, "For whatever it's worth
I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Taylor Swift, Jack Michael Antonoff, Annie Clark
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