Just Me

Yeah, that's what you called yourself when I was out of town;
you kept me locked up on your shelf, and played me for a clown.
But I rolled over Bozo, had my hair pulled out instead,
and I remember Zozo, and took my lemon from your bed.

Heart breaker, you've had your fun, but don't you tread on me!
Mover, shaker, on the run, I guess I'm part Yankee.
So I spend my tainted life for dollars far to few;
stricken by my very wife in agonies all new.

Guess we'll see who's on your side, who's on my side if one;
look at how you stand and chide while I am on the run!
Just me, that's your alibi for lovers I can't see;
Just see how I will not cry, at last, at least I'm free.

Will you call the devil to my hurt, you saintly child?
Mock me, shock me, be real curt, we'll see who is reviled!
Who does God defend at last, and who will pay the price?
Who will stand while sinking fast, what is your sacrifice?

Just me in the corner, I'm the lamb you want to kill;
but just like old Jack Horner, I got my thumb up on you still.
Just me, so you call yourself, but what about our son?
What about your husband, can you tell me what you've done?

Yeah, that's how you played yourself when I was out of town;
but all the while from my own shelf, my eyes were looking down.
I saw you in the bedroom in the house right down the street,
I saw you in his girlfriends eyes most every time we'd meet.

Still I have no alibi, my worthless heart is torn;
NO, I will not sit and cry, I'll go on, although I'm worn.
Maybe I will go to hell, or maybe I'll go free;
maybe time will never tell, but I can only just be me.