The Manuscript

作曲 : 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

[00:01.000] 作曲 : 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