Oh I don't need an education,
Just a microphone's intoxication,
And I can't deal with concentration,
Give me tounges 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 infatuations,
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,
"Your 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 it's elation,
And if I miss my graduation,
I'll have one fucking long vacation.