Writer(s): Ella Yelich O'Connor

Don't You Think That

It's Boring How People Talk

Making Smart With The Words Again Well

I'm Bored

Because I'm Doing This For The Thrill Of It

Killing It

Never Not Chasing 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 They'll Never Own Me

Baby be The Class Clown

I'll Be The Beauty Queen In Tears

Its A New Art Form Showing People

How Little We Care

Yeaaa

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

Yeaaa

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 Heads Filling Up

Fast With The Wicked Games Up In Flames

How Can I F**k With The Fun Again

When I'm Known

And My Boys Trip Me Up With Their Heads Again

Loving Them

Everything Cool

When We're All In Line For The Throne

But I Know It's Not Forever

Yea

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

Lets Go Down To The Tennis Court

And Talk It Up Like

Yeaaa

It's Looks Alright In The Pictures

Getting Caught's Half Of The Trip Though

Isn't It

I Fall Apart With All My Heart

You Can Watch From Your Window

You Can watch From Your Window

Baby Be The Class Clown

Ill 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

Lets Go Down To The Tennis Court

And Talk It Up Like Yeaaa

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa

Lets Go Down To The Tennis Court

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa

Lets Go Down To The Tennis Court

And Talk It Out Like Yeaaa