Taylor Swift has a way of getting under people’s skin, but every now and then she does something that not even the haters can hate, like sing the most over-played song in America: the National Anthem.
Seriously, no matter how good your voice is, I would pretty much rather die than have to listen to you belt your way through the high notes in an effort to seem as patriotic and divalicious as possible.
But in 2009, when Taylor Swift still had long curly hair and didn’t even know what the word squad was, she played a super cute acoustic rendition of the National Anthem that’s devoid of all the bombast you normally hear.
Trust me, it’s refreshingly not annoying.
And while you’re at it, check out a 12-year-old Taylor Swift singing the National Anthem at a 76ers game because it doesn’t get cuter than that.
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