Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?
Making smart with their words again
Well, I’m bored
Because I’m doing this for the thrill of it, killing it
Never not chasing the million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Getting pumped up on the little bright things I bought
But I know they’ll never own me
Baby, be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care
We’re so happy even when we’re smiling out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah
Pretty soon, I’ll be getting on my first plane
I’ll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head’s filling up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
How can they fuck with the fun again when I’m known?
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everything’s cool when we’re all in line for the throne
But I know it’s not forever
Baby, be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care
We’re so happy even when we’re smiling out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah
It looked alright in the pictures
Getting caught’s off with the trip though, isn’t it
I’ll fall apart, with all my heart
You can watch from your window
You can watch from your window
Baby, be the class clown
I’ll be the beauty queen in tears
It’s a new art form showing people how little we care
We’re so happy even when we’re smiling out of fear
Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah
And talk it up like, yeah
And talk it up like, yeah
Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah
And talk it up like, yeah
And talk it up like, yeah
Let’s go down to the tennis court and talk it up like, yeah
