Change

She was actin' pretty
Thought she owned the city
But, someone should have told her that pretty ain't a job.

Now she makes her money
No one calls her honey
As she fought the shoppers in the parkin' lot.

Gets her karma with a catch
Forget superstition by wearin' 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 sinner
Love is not a flavor
Our planet's just a concept that we live inside
And if you can't agree with me and Mr.Twain
It's matters of opinion
Our love has gone Insane.

Forget superstition by wearin' 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
Some people never change
They just stay the same way
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change