She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her that pretty ain't a jo
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 this like a sailor, love is not a favor
I find it's 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 (x3)

Change change change (x4)