Young Veins Change
She was acting pretty
Thought she owned the city
Someone should have told her
Pretty ain't a job
Now she begs for money
But 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
She 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
If you can agree with
Me and Mr. Twain
In matters of opinion
Our rivals are insane.
