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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

such a romantic hero
The way you dress and yourself over
It's no wonder you would that image
Of greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why youre on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
your work until you think you find
Whos goin home you tonight

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

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

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next
Oh, who you lie to? Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate prizes
We come with so many tricks
The apricot was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common
'em, Carly
And if it wasn't for damned cream
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?
to make somebody like me proud
You 'em, Carly
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, what you do
You're so vain, you probably think song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think this is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think this song is you
right, girl
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably think this song is you

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