The Songwriter testo

What would it sound like if you were the songwriter

And you made your living off of me

Would you detail your near-constant consternation

Or the way my very presence makes your muses up and flee

Goodbye, little songbird, I can leave

Goodbye, my love, is there anything else you need?

What would it sound like if you were the songwriter

And you did your living around me?

Would you undress me repeatedly in public

To show how very noble and naked you can be?

Goodbye, little songbird, now you're free

Don't forget I'm the only fan of yours

Who has the sense to ever leave you be

How could you do this to me?

What would it sound like if you were the songwriter

And loving me was your unsung masterpiece?