CANCELLED – clean

CANCELLED!

Taylor Swift, The Life of a Showgirl, 2025

Writers: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Shellback

Producers: Max Martin, Shellback, Taylor Swift

Label: Republic

Lyrics.

You thought that it would be o-   kay     at first,

   the situation could be    saved     of course,

   but they’d already planned out your    great     reverse –

   beware the wrath of masked crusaders.

Did you girlboss too close to the sun?

Did they catch you havin’ far too much fun?

Come with me, when they see us, they’ll run,

something wicked this way comes.

Good thing I like my friends cancelled,

I like ’em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal,

like my candy sour

and poison thorny flowers,

welcome to my underworld where it gets quite dark.

At least you know exactly who your friends are –

   they’re the ones with matching scars.

   It’s easy to love you when you’re    po-   pular,

   the optics click, everyone    pro-     spers

   but one single drop you’re off the    ro-    ster –

“tone-deaf and hot, let’s turn against her.”

Did you make a joke only a man could?

Were you just too smug for your own good?

Or bring a tiny violin to a pride fight?

Baby, that all ends tonight…

Good thing I like my friends cancelled, (cancelled)

I like ’em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal, (yeh)

like my candy sour

and poison thorny flowers,

welcome to my underworld where it gets quite dark.

At least you know exactly who your friends are –

   they’re the ones with matching scars.

They stood by me before my exoneration,

they believed I was innocent

so I’m not here for judgment, no

But if you can’t be good then just be better at it.

Everyone’s got spiders in the attic,

upstaged somebody’s plan,

we’ll take you by the hand

and soon you’ll learn the art of never getting caught.

Good thing I like my friends cancelled, (you know that)

I like ’em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal,

like my candy sour

and poison thorny flowers… (ooh)

Yeh it’s a good thing I like my friends cancelled. (cancelled)

I salute you if you’re much too much to handle,

Like my candy sour (I like it)

and poison thorny flowers, (I love it)

can’t you see my infamy loves company?

Now they’ve broken you like they’ve broken me,

but a shattered glass is a lot more sharp,

and

now you know exactly who your friends are – (you know who we are)

we’re the ones with matching scars.