Baby,
Innocent,
One day gonna be decadent
Prom Queen,
Miss AmericaIn the backseat,
In a pair of cuffs
Sixteen
Little runaways
From the 5-0
It got away
From a small town
With no scene
Looking for a shotOn the big street
Expectations
Go to hell
ExpectationsGo to hell
Not so innocent,
On the street hustlin'
Never be Miss America
In the backseat
Of a stolen car
Crashing with a deadbeat
Living large
On a love seat
In a small town
With 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 for 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 and the back lock
Threw 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)
