Her girlfriends agreed to make her over Can’t recognize that face on the magazine and she doesn’t want to know These days she looks like a burnout stoner But flashback to ’93 and she’s a one woman show She never listens to the radio She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote She never listens to the radio Each one sounds like the one before and she can’t take it anymore The songs aren’t the same now that she’s sober Can’t understand the words hidden in their screams and she doesn’t want To know Maybe it’s just a sign of getting older But flashback to ’93 and she’s a one woman show She never listens to the radio She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote She never listens to the radio She never listens to the radio She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote She never listens to the radio Each one sounds like the one before and she can’t take it anymore