Her girlfriends agreed to make her over
Can’t recognize that face on the magazine and she doesn’t want to know
These days she looks like a burnout stoner
But flashback to ’93 and she’s a one woman show

She never listens to the radio
She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote
She never listens to the radio
Each one sounds like the one before and she can’t take it anymore

The songs aren’t the same now that she’s sober
Can’t understand the words hidden in their screams and she doesn’t want
To know
Maybe it’s just a sign of getting older
But flashback to ’93 and she’s a one woman show

She never listens to the radio
She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote
She never listens to the radio

She never listens to the radio
She’d rather sing along to songs she wrote
She never listens to the radio
Each one sounds like the one before and she can’t take it anymore