She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her pretty ain't a job
Now she begs for money
No one calls her honey
As she bothers shopper in the parking lot
Gets her karma with a catch
Forget superstition by wearing in 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 in backwards
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats
Some people never change, they just stay the same way
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
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