It Takes All Kinds - Aimee Mann

As we were speaking of the devil

You walked right in Wearing hubris like a medal

You revel in But its me at whom youll level

Your javelin

Wasnt that just our dear friend ron?

Throwing your weight around the sun

Happier now that youve become

What you hated

Im 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 youve become

What you hated

And if I dont understand…

Well, I guess it takes all kinds

I would like to keep this vision

Of you intact--

When wed 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 wouldve guessed that youd become

What you hated

And I guess it takes all kinds