Baby Body

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 it cut by her student

Friend, he's asked her to for 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 important than the game

Than 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 buy 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 clothes

Standing in the supermarket aisle

You know these fuckers never close

They never close, these fuckers never close

You wanted everything to change

But you could only change your name