Tác giả : Aimee Mann
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
As we were speaking of the devil 
You walked right in 
Wearing hubris like a medal 
You revel in 
But it's me at whom you'll level 
Your javelin 
 
 
Wasn't that just our dear friend ron? 
Throwing your weight around the sun 
Happier now that you've become 
What you hated 
 
 
I'm surprised i even thought i 
Had half a chance 
I was just one in a million 
Of also-rans 
Who was sure to be your victim 
Of circumstance 
 
 
Once you were just our dear friend ron 
Selling the soul you swore upon 
Spreading the word that you've become 
What you hated 
 
 
And if i don't understand... 
Well, i guess it takes all kinds 
 
 
I would like to keep this vision 
Of you intact-- 
When we'd hang around and listen 
To bacharach 
And you loved the world you lived in 
And it loved you back 
 
 
Once you were just our dear friend ron 
Now you look out for number one 
Who would've guessed that you'd become 
What you hated 
 
 
And i guess it takes all kinds