In addtion to Bad Blood, the song, "Look What You Made Me Do" has always made me wonder. I picture a room where celebrities are given a choice.

Do this, and all of your dreams will come true, bigger than you can imagine. Don't, and they won't.

Do they have to do something to kids? Is pedophilia involved? Murder involved? Spirit Cooking involved? Some kind of crazy ass blackmail?

I don't like your little games Don't like your tilted stage The role you made me play Of the fool, no, I don't like you I don't like your perfect crime How you laugh when you lie You said the gun was mine Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (Oh!)

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

I don't like your kingdom keys They once belonged to me You asked me for a place to sleep Locked me out and threw a feast (What?) The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

"I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now." "Why?" "Oh, 'cause she's dead!" (Oh!)