I ain't pageant material I ain't exactly Ms. Congenial Sometimes I talk before I think, I try to fake it but I can't I'd rather lose for what I am than win for what I ain't I'm always higher than my hair And it ain't that I don't care about world peace

Give you the whole world, I'ma need space I'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need You know I'm a star; space, I'ma need space I'ma need space, I'ma, I'ma need space (N-A-S-A) I'd rather be alone tonight And when I miss you, it'll change the way I kiss you Baby,

I'll just be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I am not comin' down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusin', I've not been that way since I was a

I wanna be living for the love of you All that I'm giving is for the love of you Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby I'm looking for you Drifting on a memory Ain't no place I'd rather be Than with you, loving you Day will make a way for night All we'll need is

I'm in love with the moment To me fallin', to me goin' Take you back, lean you side to side Nothing feels better than this Now, left, right, left, right Like that, like that, ayy Ooh, now, left, right, left, right You'd rather speak more than listen

I'd rather be I'd rather be with an animal I'd rather be with One, two, three, four, five against one Said one, two, three, four, five against one Five, five, five, five, five against one Five, five, five against one Torture from you to me, yeah Abducted

I made a promise to myself Locked it away deep down inside Told my heart we'd wait it out Swore we'd never compromise Oh I'd rather be alone Like I am tonight Than settle for the kind of love That fades before the morning light Silence stared me in the

Fools on parade That you would rather be beside than in front of The secret door swings behind us She's saying nothing She's just giggling along Fools on parade cavort and carry on For waiting eyes But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the

I'ma live life like a star Look mama, you made a star And I done did it all before I'd rather do it than say I done rolled around in a brand new Porsche And I switched it up, took the Bentley with two doors Boy, oh boy, where do I start? That new boy

I don't want to be the man with the big head Never let me be the man with the big head I'd rather live John Burrow's life instead Of being the man with the big head Don't let me spend my career Wound up in a bell jar the pop star gone too far Don't let