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Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

You're such a hero
The way you dress and look over
It's no wonder you would that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

Sharp shooter into breakin
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at that walks
No substance, small talk

Know why youre feelin on that girls
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your work until you think you
goin home with you tonight

Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it
your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you gonna alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her after she
You dont really love
Oh, its be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

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

Ha, ha, who, who
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

You 'em, Carly
in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not youre
You think you irk me and so right
Id keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach

No, I aint gonna go and act a
And be the lead story on the news
Not me, sucker, Id be your lover
Id rather you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

Oh, who you give it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you leave alone?

Oh, what you gonna her after she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
you, dont you, dont you

Ha, ha, who, who
Thought get the money too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

Clouds of various and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different
The apricot scarf was by Nick
Nothing in the refer to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just it off
Show me what youre gonna do, I aint to run
You have just run out of
(I'm cloud, baby)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all me)

No, no, no, no, no
Its not you say, its what you do
so vain
You probably think song is about you
you, dont you, dont you, dont you

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
You tell 'em,
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, you probably think this is about you

You tell 'em,
You probably think this song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think song is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You think this song is about you

You son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun