Taylor Swift's song about Sidney Crosby called, Meat Over Chicken.
I saw you over there standing alone in a corner.
You had your shirt tucked in and stared around with your gentle eyes.
I decided it was time, for me to come on over.
You were really shy and short on words.
I really tried my best to impress.
I wore a purple dress.
You made a corny joke and you laughed at it.
I faked a laugh so you would think you're funny.
You then walked away and sat next to another man.
I followed with my eyes and noticed you holding his hand.
I’m sorry I didn’t know, you swung the other way,
I’m sorry I tried to push, didn’t realize you were gay.
You both play for different teams,
But the same team if ya know what I mean.
I really couldn't tell but I really should have.
That you much prefer meat over chicken.
So maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're just really good friends.
But friends don't french kiss and touch each others ass.
Surely hockey players don't do that.
Maybe that's just the way Canadians show their respect.
Maybe I'm just blind in my purple dress.
I’m sorry I didn’t know, you swung the other way,
I’m sorry I tried to push, didn’t realize you were gay.
You both play for different teams,
But the same team if ya know what I mean.
I really couldn't tell but I really should have.
That you much prefer meat over chicken.
So now I, watch you and him leave.
Still in my purple dress.
I wonder, what you'll two do, at home.
Maybe you'll play xbox.
I’m sorry I didn’t know, you swung the other way,
I’m sorry I tried to push, didn’t realize you were gay.
You both play for different teams,
But the same team if ya know what I mean.
I really couldn't tell but I really should have.
That you much prefer meat over chicken.
I’m sorry I didn’t know, you swung the other way,
I’m sorry I tried to push, didn’t realize you were gay.
Maybe you'll play xbox.
Purple dress.
