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 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 agree with me and Mr. Twain in matters of opinion Our rivals are 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