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
This weather's like a sailor, love is not a flavor
And flight is just a concept that we live inside
And if you can't agree with me and mr. twain
In matters of opinion lovers 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 (x3)
Change change change (x4)
