Mr. Lawless and the Swift Confession

Oh, Mr. Lawless with that frown,

Says he don’t dance to the pop sound,

But in the shadows, I can see,

He’s got that spark for T-Swift, you see.

Behind the mask of tough and grim,

He talks of rock and the ancient hymns,

Yet whisper songs over coffee sips,

I catch his voice with the Swiftian riffs.

When the night falls, and the lights glow bright,

I see him swaying, out of sight.

With a spark in his eye, and a heartbeats’ sway,

Oh, Mr. Lawless, you’re dancing away.

Oh, Mr. Lawless, sing your truth,

You’re a Swifty, it’s the living proof!

Mrs. Monahan knows it too,

With every note, you’re trapped in the view.

In the corner of the dive we roam,

He hums her songs, it feels like home,

He might deny, but I’m the one,

To know your heart, you’ve just begun.

When stars align and the moment’s right,

He belts out lyrics into the night.

With a grin that spreads, he sways in tune,

Oh, Mr. Lawless, confess and swoon.

Oh, Mr. Lawless, sing your truth,

You’re a Swifty, it’s the living proof!

Mrs. Monahan knows it too,

With every note, you’re trapped in the view.

Let the records spin, let the echoes flow,

Don’t hide behind that rock and roll show.

Underneath the surface, where the joy lives free,

Mr. Lawless, oh, come dance with me.

So here's to the nights, with secrets bright,

To Mr. Lawless, in the pale moonlight.

No more pretending, just let it out,

We’re all just Swifties, without a doubt!