Baby, innocence Is one day gonna be decadence Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Sixteen, little runaway 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 a pipe dream
Rich girl, wannabe Bought a quick dick from the lottery Watching TV with her boyfriend Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand He stayed away 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