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.