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