She was acting pretty, Thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her that pretty ain't a job
And now she begs for 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
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 (x3)
Change, Change, Change (x4)