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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

You're a romantic hero
The way you and look yourself over
It's no wonder you ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

Sharp shooter breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a sex
Hollerin at that walks
No substance, just talk

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

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

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
Dont you, you, dont 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 youd get the too
Greedy
Try to the cake and eat it too

Sweatin me but Im not type
You you irk me and youre so right
Id rather keep the trash and you out
bitch in my beach house

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga
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 victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you cheat on?
Who you gonna alone?

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

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

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

No, no, no, no, no
Its not what you say, its 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 this is about you
I betcha this song 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 betcha think this is about you
Dont you, you, dont you

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

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

Who do you think you are,
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make like me proud
You tell 'em,
In the encyclopedia of
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's 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 is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably think song is about you

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