She was acting pretty
Thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her that pretty ain't a job
And now she makes her money
No one calls her honey
As she bothers shoppers in the parking lot
Gets her karma with a catch
Forget superstition by wearing it backwards
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
I swear this like a sailor
Love is not a favor
I find it's just a concept that we live inside
And if you can agree with
Me and Mr. Twain
In matters of opinion
Our rivals are insane
Forget superstition by wearing it backwards
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
