Learn "BLANK SPACE" by Taylor Swift on Piano

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you in cred i ble (Dm)things; mag ic, mad ness, heav en, sin. Saw you there, and I I’m thought, (Bb)“Oh my God, look at that face! You look like my next mis take. (C)Love’s a game; is want to play?” Eh. no. New ing, mon ey, suit and tie; I can read you like a mag a (Dm)zine. Ain’t it fun ny, ru mors fly, and I know you heard a bout (Bb)me. So hey, let’s be friends. I’m dy ing to see how this one ends. But (C)Grab your pass port and my hand. ’cause (CN.C.)I can make the bad guys good for a week end. So it’s gon na be for ev er, or it’s gon na go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s o ver, mm, if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane. ’Cause you know I love the play ers, and you love the game. ’Cause we’re young and we’re reck less, we’ll take this way too far. It ’ll leave you breath less, mm, or with a nas ty scar. Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane. But I’ve got a blank space, ba by, and I’ll write your name. Cher ry lips, you, crys tal skies; I could show you in cred i ble (Dm)things; stol en kiss es, pret ty lies. You’re the king, ba by, I’m your (Bb)queen. Find out what at you want, be that girl my for a month. (C)Wait, the worst is yet to come. Oh, no. Scream ing, cry ing, per fect storms; I can make all like the ta bles (Dm)turn. Rose it gar den filled with thorns; keep you sec ond guess ing like, (Bb)“Oh my God, who is she?” I’m I ing get drunk on jeal ous y. But (C)you’ll come back each time you leave, ’cause (CN.C.)dar ling, I’m a night mare dressed like a day dream. So it’s gon na be for ev er, or it’s gon na go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s o ver, mm, if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane. ’Cause you know I love the play ers, and you love the game. ’Cause we’re young and we’re reck less, we’ll take this way too far. It ’ll leave you breath less, mm, or with a nas ty scar. Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane. But I’ve got a blank space, ba by, and I’ll write your name. by, and I’ll write your name. Boys on ly want love if it’s tor ture. Don’t say I did n’t, say I did n’t warn ya. Boys on ly want love if it’s tor ture. Don’t say I did n’t, say I did n’t warn ya. by, and I’ll write your name.