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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 to cut by her student friend He's asked it for weeks But she's 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, you're more important than the game Than the game More important than the game Gazes in our own on those stupid morrons Who buy those magazines to paper tydor mirror of their homes But she wonders how many people buy them for the summer factor She's making pictures, collaging pictures A microscoping 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 You know these fuckers never close You wanted everything to change but you could only change your name |