Baby, innocent
Is one day gonna be decadent
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 nothing 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 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 pair of cuffs