[Verse 1]
She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city
Someone should've told her that pretty ain't a job
Now she begs for money, no one calls her honey
As she bother shoppers in the parking lot
Gets her karma with a catch
[Chorus]
Forget superstition by wearing it backwards
Lives under ladders and sleeps with black cats
Some people never change, they just stay the same way
[Verse 2]
I swear this like a sailor, love is not a flavor
I find It's just a concept that we live inside
And if you can't agree with me and Mister Twain
In matters of opinion, rivals are insane
[Chorus]
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change
Change, change, change