It Takes All Kinds Songtext

von Aimee Mann

As we were speaking of the devil
You walked right
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 aorund 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
What you hated

If I don't understand
I guess it takes all kinds

I would like to kep 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 guessd that you'd become
What you hated

I guess it takes all kinds