Baby, innocent
One day gonna be decadent
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs
Sixteen, little runaway
Running from the Five-O and got away
From a small town with no scene
Lookin' 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
Crashin' with a deadbeat
Living large on a loveseat
In a small town, no scene
Turns out it was nothin' 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 in the backlot
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)
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