text: Dont you think that its boring how people talk?
  Making smart with their words again, well, Im bored
  Because Im doing this for the thrill of it, killin it
  Never not chasin a 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 theyll never own me 
  Baby, be the class clown
  Ill be the beauty queen in tears
  Its a new art form
  Showing people how little we care 
  Were so happy
  Even when were smilin out of fear
  Lets go down to the tennis court
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  Pretty soon, Ill be getting on my first plane
  Ill see the veins of my city like they do in space
  But my heads fillin up fast with the wicked games, up in flames
  How can I fuck with the fun again when Im known?
  And my boys trip me up with their heads again, lovin them
  Everythings cool when were all in line for the throne
  But I know its not forever 
  Baby, be the class clown
  Ill be the beauty queen in tears
  Its a new art form
  Showing people how little we care 
  Were so happy
  Even when were smilin out of fear
  Lets go down to the tennis court
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  It looked all right in the pictures 
  Getting caughts half of the trip though, isnt it? 
  Ill fall apart, with all my heart 
  And you can watch from your window 
  And you can watch from your window
  Baby, be the class clown
  Ill be the beauty queen in tears
  Its a new art form
  Showing people how little we care 
  Were so happy
  Even when were smilin out of fear
  Lets go down to the tennis court
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  Lets go down to the tennis court
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  And talk it up like, Yeah 
  Lets go down to the tennis court
  And talk it up like, Yeah