I guess I'm supposed to be wicked.
I'm supposed to stir up some trouble but I don't even have all the ingredients.
I'm supposed to be disobedient, supposed to sneak out and meet with the hooligans.
And act like I rule the world, my youth has failed, I'm a goody girl.
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