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Steven Wilmot - CANCELLED! (Taylor Swift Cover) | The Life of a Showgirl

"CANCELLED! by Taylor Swift” cover by Steven Wilmot. Follow Steven: TikTok:   / stevew7373   Instagram:   / stevenwilmot13   Lyrics: You thought that it would be okay, at first The situation could be saved, of course But they'd already picked out your grave and hearse Beware the wrath of masked crusaders Did you girl-boss too close to the sun? Did they catch you having 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 whiskey 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 popular The optics click, everyone prospers But one single drop, you're off the roster "Tone-deaf and hot, let's fuckin' off 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 knife fight? Baby, that all ends tonight Good thing I like my friends cancelled (Cancelled) I like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal Like my whiskey sour And poison thorny flowers (Honey) Welcome to my underworld It'll break your heart 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, ooh But if you can't be good, then just be better at it Everyone's got bodies in the attic Or took somebody's man, we'll take you by the hand And soon you'll learn the art of never getting caught It's a good thing I like my friends cancelled You know that I like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandal I like my whiskey sour And poison thorny flowers (Ooh) Yeah, it's a good thing I like my friends cancelled (Cancelled) I salute you if you're much too much to handle Like my whiskey 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