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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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

Go on

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

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

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

Oh, you gonna tell her after she discovers
You really 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 this song is about you
I betcha think this 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 have the and eat it too

Son of a gun

You tell 'em,
Clouds in my
Go on
Clouds in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me what gonna do, I aint bout 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
Youre so
You probably think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, 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 betcha think song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

I betcha 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, thick as
met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to somebody like me proud
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 song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you think this song is about you
right, girl
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