文本歌词

Written by：Joel Little/Lorde
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 killin' 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 from the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me yeah
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 yeah
We're so happy even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like yeah 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 I f**k 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 yeah
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 yeah
We're so happy even when we're smilin' out of fear
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like yeah yeah
Getting caught's half of the trip though isn't it
I fall apart with all my heart
And you can watch from your window
And you can watch from your window
And talk it up like yeah yeah
And talk it up like yeah yeah
Let's go down to the tennis court and talk it up like yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's go down to the tennis court yeah