Emoji to Song: Taylor Swift

[A] The Archer | Bow-and-arrow spells the job title. A track-5 confessional on Lover that floats over synth heartbeats while she inventories her soft spots and calls a brief truce with the mirror.

[D] Bad Blood | Thumbs-down plus blood is the phrase. The remix with Kendrick Lamar went No.1, and the action-ensemble video basically speed-ran a whole summer of pop-culture cameos.

[B] Champagne Problems | Flutes + frown = fizz meets feelings. evermore turns a failed proposal into campus-steps storytelling, complete with a bridge that drops like a ring clattering on tile.

[D] Dancing With Our Hands Tied | Dancer, hands, knot. reputation tucks a dance-floor banger inside a claustrophobic love story; the acoustic tour version stripped it to a heartbeat and a confession.

[C] Electric Touch | Lightning plus almost-touching fingers. A Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) vault collab with Fall Out Boy that leans pop-punk and saves its spark for the jump-rope chorus.

[A] Forever Winter | Infinity and a snowflake telegraph the title. A Red (TV) vault elegy that keeps checking on a friend; warm brass fogs the mix like breath on cold glass.

[B] Guilty as Sin? | Flushed face plus the wordplay sells “guilty.” A TTPD cut that ends its title with a question mark, because yes, temptation loves loopholes and pop punctuation.

[A] Haunted | Ghost plus panic. Speak Now dials in cinematic strings and relentless drums, turning a breakup into a Gothic chase through echo chambers and closing doors.

[D] I Can Do It With a Broken Heart | Eyes + can + check + cracked heart. A TTPD highlight about performing through fallout; sprint-tempo verses mimic show-must-go-on adrenaline.

[C] King of My Heart | Crown plus heart. reputation drops the drums out, then slams them back in like the exact second crush turns to certainty.

[B] Love Story | Heart and book cues the title. Fearless flipped Shakespeare into a stadium proposal and added a key-change that still detonates confetti cannons on cue.

[A] Mirrorball | One emoji, one metaphor. folklore’s softest spotlight reflects every room back prettier; live, she turns it into a breath-held hush between 60,000 phones.

[D] No Body No Crime | Crossed-out person + squad car = suburban noir. evermore teams with HAIM and serves lemon-slice justice with a harmonica wink.

[C] Our Song | Hourglass hint, then music. Written for a ninth-grade talent show and later sent to radio, it’s pure front-porch swagger with fiddle punctuation marks.

[B] Paper Rings | Notebook plus rings signals vows on a budget. Lover’s pogo-tempo made DIY weddings feel deluxe; Pinterest did the rest.

[A] Question | A lone question mark says exactly that. A pop-era interrogation hook; you can practically hear the courtroom gavel in the snare.

[D] Run | Runner equals the verb. A soft-focus duet from the Red (TV) sessions where two old friends trade harmonies like passing notes in the wings.

[B] Seven | Just the number. folklore rewinds to childhood promises under Pennsylvania trees and sings them like secrets you only tell in summertime.

[C] Tied Together With a Smile | Knot + people + grin. A debut-era note to a friend about hidden hurt; the melody stays small so the care feels big.

[D] US | Flag points at the two-letter word. On your sheet it’s styled in caps, a neat double read: the country and the pronoun.

[B] Vigilante Shit | The censored wink belongs here. Midnights paints justice in matte black, all receipts and winged liner.

[A] Welcome to New York | Smiley + “to” + skyline. 1989 opens with taxi-light optimism and a thesis statement for her full pop pivot.

[C] You’re Not Sorry | Point-you, no, sad. Fearless bends the piano into a lie-detector; the re-record deepened the low end and the sting.