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Taylor Swift - Fresh Out The Slammer High Infidelity Lyrics

[Part I: Fresh Out The Slammer]

[Chorus]
Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
Fresh out the slammer, ah

[Verse 1]
Anorher summer, taking cover, rolling thunder
He don't understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams

[Chorus]
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
For just one hour of sunshine
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

[Post-Chorus]
Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you
Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to
Fresh out the slammer, ah
[Verse 2]
Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches
Toss the ashes off the ledge
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
I will never lose my baby again

[Chorus]
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
Watched me daily, disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All those nights you kept me going
Swirled you into all of my poems
Now we're at the starting line, I did my time

[Post-Chorus]
Now, pretty baby, I'm running

[Bridge]
To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams
To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams
And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up, now that I know what's at stake, here
At the park where we used to sit on children's swings
Wearing imaginary rings
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
[Part II: High Infidelity]

[Pre-Chorus]
But do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?
Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love
The slowest way is never loving them enough

[Chorus]
High infidelity, put on your records and regret meeting me
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it
High infidelity, put on your records and burn my city
I bent the truth too far tonight
I was dancing around, dancing around it

[Part III: Fresh Out The Slammer]

[Outro]
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time