Oh I don't need an education
Just a microphone's intoxication.
And I can't deal with concentration
Give me tongues and stimulation
Who are you to know my story
Who are you to read my book
I don't think you know how crazy people say I am
"You're running in the deep end, Katy
Why don't you give a damn?"
I've lost all sense of navigation, but got my Cali-fornication
Don't give me words of hard degration
I only accept infatuation
I'm a fragile kind of glass
I won't wear your stupid mask
I don't think you know how crazy people say I am
"You're running in the deep end, Katy
Why don't you give a damn?"
I still hold hands with my creation, but cross my eyes at its elation
And if I miss my graduation
I'll have one fucking long vacation