Lorde Tennis Court

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

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 smilin' out of fear

Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like 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 fuck 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

Baby be the class clown