The Songwriter

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?