Genius

Ive got a bitter pot of je ne sais quoi
Guess what? Im stirring it with a monkeys paw
Since I saw you coming out of my barbers shop
In that skimpy little halter top
Did you light the candles? Did you put on Kind of Blue?
Did you use that Ivy League voodoo on him, too?
He thinks hell be alright but he doesnt know for sure
Like every other unindicted co conspirator
Mata Hari had a house in France
Where she worked on all her secret plans
Men were falling for her sight unseen
She was a genius
Theres a face in every window of the Songwriters Neighborhood
Everybodys your best friend when youre doing well, I mean good
The poet who lived next door when you were young and poor
Grew up to be a backstabbing entrepreneur
Albert Einstein was a ladies man
While he was working on his universal plan
He was making out like Charlie Sheen
He was a genius
When you dropped me and you staked your claim
On a V.I.P. who could make your name
You latched on to him and I became
Minor inconvenience
Your protégé dont care about art
Im the one, who always told you, you were smart
You broke my heart into smithereens
And that took genius
You and the barber make a handsome pair
Guess what? I never liked the way he cut your hair
I didnt like the way he turned your head
But theres nothing I can do or say I havent done or said
Everybody needs a place to stand
And a method for their schemes and scams
If I could only get my record clean
Id be a genius