She was acting pretty
Thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her
That pretty ain't a job
Now she begs for money
No one calls her honey
As she bothers shoppers
In the parking lot
Gets her karma with a catch
Forgets superstition by wearing it backward
Lives under ladders
And sleeps with black cats
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
This weather's like a sinner
Love is not a favor
Our planet's just a concept
That we live inside
And if you can agree with
Me and Mr. Twain
In matters of opinion
Love has gone insane
Forgets superstition
By wearing it backward
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