Baby, innocence 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 a pipe dream Expectations Go to hell Expectations Go to hell 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 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 pear of cuffs