Baby innocent one day gonna be decadent
Come play Miss America in the backseat, in a pair of cuffs
16 little runaways from the 5-0 it got away
From a small town with no scene
Looking for a shot on the big street
Expectations
Go to hell
Expectations
Go to hell
Not so innocent, on the street hustlin'
Never be Miss America in the backseat of a stolen car
Crashing with a deadbeat living large on a love seat
In a small town with 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 and the back lock
Threw a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot
Expectations
Go to hell
(Never be Miss America in the backseat in America)
Expectations
Go to hell
(Never be Miss America in the backseat in America)
Writer(s): Chris Wallin, Don Gilmore, Adam Gontier, Barry Stock, Brad Walst, Neil Sanderson
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