Taylor Swift performing a mashup of My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys and This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Oh, here we go again. Call the ring to the head. I see a zombie doll. Purchase at the mall. My glasses. But you shouldn't see them. And it hurts. God, thank you. My boy. Only grace they bring. Toes. Let's keep this close. Oh. Nice little big party. Swimming in a champagne sea. When you show up here. I can see you riding in the chandelier. Feeling so gasps deep in. Oh, you. So why'd you have to. I'm shaking my head. Locking the gates. This is why we can't have nights. This. Dark. Land. Cause you break them. This. God. My. Take them. But just. Stay away. Stole my. Toys. Left all these. Broke. Told me I'm bad. I. Suck. Toes are my real friends. Tonight's the thing to do. This is why we can't have nights. This. Dark. Land.