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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

You're such a romantic
The way you dress and look yourself
no wonder you would ponder that image
Of your self in the mirror

Go on

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

Know why feelin on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one mind
Workin your work until you think you
Whos goin 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 cheat on?
Who you leave alone?

Oh, What you gonna tell her she discovers
You dont really love
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 song is about you
I think this song 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
Clouds in my
Go on
in my coffee

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

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

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

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

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

I betcha think song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I think this song is about you
you, dont you, dont 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
Most guys like to evaluate prizes
We come with so different tricks
The scarf was worn by Nick
in the words refer to Nick

Got a chip upon shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre 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 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 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 song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

I think 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
Dont you, you, dont you

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, thick as
Never met jet but I'll a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that 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?
Somebody to make like me proud
You tell 'em,
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
You're so vain, you think this song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You think this song 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 this song is about you

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