And I can still see it all In my mind
All of you, all of me Intertwined
I once believed love would be Black and white
But it's golden
And I can still see it all In my head
Back and forth from New York Sneaking in your bed
I once believed love would be Burning red
But it's golden
If I played Uno with Taylor, I’d be so obnoxious about it.
“Green was the color of this card.” “This card is re-eh-eh-ed , re-eh-eh-ed.” “I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a draw two.”
She’d be so done with me.