The Songwriter Songtext

Father John Misty

von God's Favorite Customer

The Songwriter Songtext
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?
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