The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama/But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma/And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure/Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours
A revenge ploy meant to strike fear into the heart of her nemesis. There is an obnoxious Britney Spears quality to it that renders it useless, an imitation game with no soul. Even the broken rhythms reek of the long lost pop princess, creating an awkward atmosphere for Swift to vent her frustrations. She’s trying to reinvent her image, only to adopt a persona that has been seen and done before.