For Swifties who stayed up to listen and savor every last tune, perhaps over and over, the shock of that morning alarm was probably "like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."
For Swifties who stayed up to listen and savor every last tune, perhaps over and over, the shock of that morning alarm was probably "like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."
For Swifties who stayed up to listen and savor every last tune, perhaps over and over, the shock of that morning alarm was probably "like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."
For Swifties who stayed up to listen and savor every last tune, perhaps over and over, the shock of that morning alarm was probably "like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."
For Swifties who stayed up to listen and savor every last tune, perhaps over and over, the shock of that morning alarm was probably "like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street."