Find a flaw.
>>69061461
Her penis
Gold digging attention whore.
She's a filthy lying white
A filthy LYING whore
She's terrible pre teen crap and she has the body of a 12 year old boy with long legs
her teeths, not joking and i'm not being an asshole, nobody is perfect but you told me to find a flaw, and she hav horse teeths
>>69061508
>implying you wouldn't give her the good succ
She probably voted for Trump
>>69061602
It's still a flaw
>>69061461
Her lack of butt. She would almost be a strong 9 if she had a butt.
>>69061684
What's with you niggers and asses?
>>69061619
He asked for flaws.
>>69061632
Disagreed, pham.
>>69061461
Her personality
Her lyrics
>>69061717
Yea what's with asses I like smashing into her bone when I'm fucking
Fucking tard
She voted for Trump.
She is white
>>69061717
t. Virginia
>>69061717
Well, honestly, I prefer small butts. It's just Taylor is lacking even that. Which is a shame because her legs are perfect, but they lead to straight to her back. She's all back.
hairy arms
no ass
face of a boy
way out of my league
>>69061550
>she has the body of a 12 year old boy with long legs
Excuse me but OP was looking for flaws
>>69061550
Long legs are bed?
Are you a manlet?
>>69061750
t. a nigger
>>69061771
Not even a yank.
she isn't suffocating me with her feet
>small tits
>no ass
>liar
I went above and beyond there's 3
hasn't been blacked yet
She only has one good album
>>69061590
english motherfucker, do you speak it?
her music is bad and she's a two-faced, lying bitch
>>69061461
No boobs no ass. Would kissu though.
She makes shitty music.
>>69061461
She's not sitting on my face.
>>69061461
Her music.
>>69061508
>flaw
>>69061461
she hasn't been blacked yet
She's not Carly Rae Jepsen
>>69061461
voted for Trump
>>69064089
which one do you think that is?
>>69065455
nice troll, since this is obviously incorrect
is too famous to have a normal life, can't land a comfortable relationship, voted for Trump
She's totally a monarch slave
>driving down a desolate country road, nothing but long green fields in all directions
>up ahead you see what looks like an old, beat-up truck pulled off the road with hood up and the driver’s door open
>as you pass by you hear the engine turning over and see Taylor Swift in the driver’s seat
>she looks up hopefully at you as you drive past, desperate for help
>you pull over and walk towards her truck
>Taylor smiles at you happily as you walk towards the cab
>when you reach the open door you see she’s wearing a beautiful short black dress
>she’s kicked off her heels and pushed them under the seat
>“Hi…” she says nervously, brushing her hair behind her ear
>“Um, my truck just died on me, do you know anything about fixing cars?”
>“Here’s what happens when I try to start it”
>Tay presses the gas pedal all the way down, her bare foot arched on the pedal
>she turns the key and cranks the engine and starts pumping the gas pedal desperately
>she rocks back and forth with the motion, her hair bobbing up and down as she stares into the dash, her mouth half agape in concentration
>she stops, sighs, and looks at you, brushing her now-messy hair behind her ear again
>you lie and tell her you can help, then go stand in front of the open hood
>you don’t know shit about cars and stand there pretending to fix something
>>69066050
>go back to the door and tell her to try again
>Taylor desperately works the gas pedal and bounces up and down again
>“Come on baby,” she urges sweetly as the engine turns over desperately
>you continually pretend to fix something on her truck and tell her to keep trying
>Tay seems to really appreciate your help even though it’s not working
>you assure her you’ll get it this time and go back to the front of the truck
>this time Taylor gets out of the truck and follows you, eyeing you with a sly smile
>she knows you haven’t been doing anything
>“So what do we do now?” she asks bashfully, leaning on the fender next to you
>you don’t know what to do and you’re nervous
>you nervously stammer you’ve tried everything you can think of
>“Well what did you do?” she asks, squinting at you skeptically
>blank
>uhhhhhhh…
>she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly and smiles
>“Well I guess I could try again,” she says, walking back to the door
>Taylor tries to start the truck again, coaxing it extra sweetly this time
>it doesn’t start
>Taylor moans disappointedly and rests her head on the steering wheel, facing you
>she stares into your eyes as she slowly rubs the pedal up and down with her bare foot
>“Would YOU start for me if I did that to YOU?” she asks, biting her lip
>“I bet you would”