Lyrics
Liz hates her body
Her baby body
She thinks that everybody's looking at the way her figure's changed
But she hates that public transport moves so slow
Regrets her haircut
a career ruining haircut
She should have got it cut by her student friend, he's asked her to for weeks
but shes on this bus it always moves so slow
you wanted everything to change
but you could only change your name
you've got to rise above it now
more important than the game
then the game
more important than the game
Gazes in awe on those stupid morons
who buy those magazines
to paper tudor mirrors of their homes
but she wonders how many people but them for the summer factor
she's making pictures, collaging pictures
a microscopic version of the way they're crowding in her mind
but this bus wastes roughly one-twelfth of her day
you wanted everything to change
but you could only change your name
standing in the supermarket aisle,
you know these fuckers never close
they never close
you know these fuckers never close
you wanted everything to change but you could only change your name