sorry, mr. swiftnbut there's no radionthat likes to play the songsnof your lover's sorrownjust sing us a jinglenand we'll float you some breadnall it will cost younis your heart and your headnnsorry, mr. swiftnbut you're much too fatnand could i persuade younjust to wear a cap?ni hope you forgive menand i hope you forgetnthe hurt that i've caused younthat you can't feel yetnnsorry, mr. swiftni know times are toughnwe all have plentynstill we don't have enoughni know it's not funnynso i'll try not to smilenwe made you believenthat we were worth your whilennsorry, everybodynfor the things i saidngot a wife and kidsnand a gun to my headnso try to rememberntry to hold it nearnmy name will go missingnbut the songs will be herenno, don't you feel sorrynfor i must pay my debtsnstill feel like i'm losingnbut i'm placing my bets