Liz hates her body, her baby body She thinks that everybody's looking at the way her figure's changed But she's on this bus, it always moves so slow Regrets her haircut, a career-ruining haircut She should have got t cut by her student friend, he's asked her to dor weeks But she hates that public transport moves so slow You wanted everything to change but you could only change your name You've got to rise above it now, you're more inmortant than the game Than the game, more impotnant than the game Gazes in awe on those stupid morons Who buy those magazines to paper tydor mirror of their homes But show wonders how many people buy them for the summer factor SHes's making pictures, collaging pictures A microsxoping version of the way they're crowding in their mind But this bus wastes roughly on-twelfth of her day You wanted everything to change but you could only change your clothes Standing in the supermarket aisle you know these fuckers never close They were never close, these fuckers never close You wanted everything to change but you could only change your name (Thanks to Chris for these lyrics)
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