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Şarkı Sözleri She was acting pretty, thought she owned the city Someone should have told her 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 in backwards 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 its just a concept that we live inside If you can agree with me and Mr. Twain In matters of opinion our rivals are insane