The gray T-shirt doesn’t do much of anything for me, nor does the generous compliment that the hottie wearing it offers our insecure Goldilocks. Swift is capable of the sharp detail you credit her with-the image (and unheard squeak and slam) of the “screen door” on “Our Song” sticks with you as much as anything in the melody-but I don’t see that at work here. The hook is my biggest problem: The fairytale refrain strikes me as so blandly corny that it snaps me out of the fantasy. But I’m not so over the moon that I quite buy your case for the lyrics here.
Taylor Swift seems like the kind of girl you go over the moon for (unless you’re one of the unfortunate BFs legendarily disemboweled on her debut).
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