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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look over
It's no wonder you would ponder that
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
your work until you think you find
Whos goin home with you

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

No, I gonna go and act a fool
And be the story on the nigga news
Not me, sucker, Id never be lover
Id rather you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

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

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

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

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

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of shapes and sizes
guys like to evaluate their prizes
We with so many different tricks
The apricot was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to

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

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

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

I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I think this 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
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a 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 song is you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think song is about 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