Baby, innocence Is one day gonna be decadence. Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs.
Sixteen, little runaway From the Five-O. And you got away From a small town with no scene, Looking for a shot on the big screen.
Expectations, Go to hell! Expectations, Go to hell!
Not so innocent, On the street hustling. Never be Miss America In the backseat of a Celica.
Crashing with a deadbeat Living large on a love seat. In a small town, no scene Turns out it was nothing, but a pipe dream.
Expectations, Go to hell! Expectations, Go to hell!
Rich girl wannabe, Bought a quick pick from the lottery. Watching TV with her boyfriend, Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand.
He stayed awake, to see the ball drop. Turned it way down, she never woke up. Grabbed the keys to her car in the back lot Through a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot.
Expectations, Go to hell!
(Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs...)
Expectations, Go to hell!
(Never be Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs...)