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Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About Yo

Ha, ha, who, who

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers

Try to have the cake and eat it tooSon of a gun

Son of a gunYou're such a romantic hero

The way you dress and look yourself over

It's no wonder you would ponder that image

Of your greedy self in the mirrorGo onSharp shooter into breakin hearts

A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol

Hollerin at everything that walks

No substance, just small talkKnow why youre feelin on that girls behind

You got a sleazy, one track mind

Workin your work until you think you find

Whos goin home with you tonightOh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?

Whos your next victim?

Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?

Who you gonna leave alone?Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers

You dont really love her?

Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down

Gun slugger shoot em upI betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

Dont you, dont you, dont youHa, ha, who, who

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers

Try to have the cake and eat it tooSon of a gunYou tell 'em, Carly

Clouds in my coffee

Go on

Clouds in my coffeeHa, ha, who, who

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers

Try to have the cake and eat it tooSweatin me but Im not youre type

You think you irk me and youre so right

Id rather keep the trash and throw you out

Stupid bitch in my beach houseNo, I aint gonna go and act a fool

And be the lead story on the nigga news

Not me, sucker, Id never be your lover

Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fuckerOh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?

Whos your next victim?

Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?

Who you gonna leave alone?Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers

You dont really love her?

Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down

Gun slugger shoot em upI betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

Dont you, dont you, dont youHa, ha, who, who

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers

Try to have the cake and eat it too

(Let's dance)You tell 'em, CarlyClouds of various shapes and sizes

Most guys like to evaluate their prizes

We come with so many different tricks

The apricot scarf was worn by Nick

Nothing in the words refer to NickGot a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off

Show me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run

You have just run out of ammunition

(I'm storm cloud, baby)

Shootin blanks now, you son of a gun

(You can roll like thunder all over me)No, no, no, no, no

Its not what you say, its what you do

Youre so vain

You probably think this song is about you

Dont you, dont you, dont you, dont youI betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about youI betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

Dont you, dont you, dont youI betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you

Dont you, dont you, dont youOh, go onSon of a gunGo on

Janet and me, thick as thieves

Never met jet but I'll venture a bet

There's a common threat to our common dream

Tell 'em, Carly

And if it wasn't for that damned cream

There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffeeWho do you think you are, Rambo?

Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?

Somebody to make somebody like me proud

You tell 'em, Carly

In the encyclopedia of clouds?

Alright now

No no no no

It's not what you say, it's what you do

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about youYou tell 'em, Carly

You probably think this song is about you

Tell 'em now

Yeah, you probably think this song is about you

That's right, girl

Is about you

Go on

Is about you

Go on

Is about you

You probably think this song is about youYou son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

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