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

Know why youre feelin on girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track
Workin your until you think you find
Whos home with you tonight

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 gonna alone?

Oh, you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont 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 think this song is you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, you

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

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

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

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you gonna 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 betcha think this is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this is about you
you, dont you, dont you

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

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just it off
me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You have run out of ammunition
(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
so vain
You probably think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, you, dont you

I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think song is about you
I think this 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 betcha think this is about you
Dont you, you, dont 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 song is you
Dont you, you, dont 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 to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that cream
be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you think you are,
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an
Somebody to somebody like me proud
You tell 'em,
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 this is about you

You tell 'em,
You probably this song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think this is about you
right, girl
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