About
Album: The Tortured Poets Department
Released: 2024
Artist: Taylor Swift
Genre: Pop

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

Another summer taking cover
Rolling thunder, he don’t understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent
dinner, bitter he was with her in dreams
Grey and blue and fights in tunnnels
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
It’s gonna be alright, I did my time

[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

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

[Chorus]

Now, pretty baby, I’m running to the house we still wait up in
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

[Outro]

But it’s gonna be alright, I did my time

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Fresh Out The Slammer Lyrics by Taylor Swift