That's my prerogative Everybody's talking all this stuff about me Why don't they just let me live? (Tell me why) I don't need permission, make my own decisions (That's my prerogative) It's the way that I wanna live (It's my prerogative)

2AM hollerin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been all alone on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a badass time Okay, I got it, copy

Whoa, well I never meant to brag I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

It's dirty but it feels alright I love muddy water I'm ready, ready for the blues tonight Well I ain't gonna fuss and fight And I ain't stayin' up all night Worryin' 'bout the things that I can't change Let everybody think I'm a little bit strange 'Cause

the leader of the pack now he's gone Mm--"Is she really going out with him? "Well, there she is, Let's ask her" "Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?" "Gee, it must be great riding with him" "Is he picking you up after school today?" "By the way,

At the night show Don't you let out that antidote Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) It's lowkey at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Don't you open up that window Don't go through the front door

(When your best friends are strung out) You'll do everything you can 'Cause you're never gonna let it get em down (When you find it all around) Oh, oh, oh, oh (When you feel up in the clouds) Oh, I can feel, I can feel I've been a river bed Yeah, you say

I don't want to know Go Go Go Go Are we all victims of opportunity? locked outside the door back in '83 I heard the angry voice of the man inside And saw the look of fear in my mother's eyes Mom get in the car and let's drive away She said I'm sorry Mark

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our