Teen Queen Parties Like She's 16.

Quick, sick,

that's how they like it on the fast lane.

LA, New York, 

Living the American dream.

Crystal meth, liquor, 

Who doesn't like a little party?

Wasted on the streets,

High heels in my hands,

Barefoot on the sideline,

Waving to call a cab,

Hair all over my face,

I don't even care,

Memories spin around my head,

Finally I am putting it to a rest.

This is what them girls like to do,

Wasting away while they still have their youth,

Don't even bother to talk them nice,

Cause' they'd fall for any devise,

Give them a wild night,

And they'll cry about it in no one's sight.

Don't be trouble, girls.