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

I swear just like a sailor,
love is not a flavor
And I find its just a concept
that we live inside
And if you can´t 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 (x3)

Change, Change, Change (x4)