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

Son of a gun
Son of a gun

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

Go on

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

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

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 show down, down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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 you irk me and youre so right
Id keep the trash and throw you out
bitch in my beach house

No, I aint go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the news
Not me, sucker, Id never be lover
Id rather you suffer, you stupid 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 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 shoot em up

I betcha think 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
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 tell 'em,

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

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what youre do, I aint bout to run
You have run out of ammunition
(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 you say, its what you do
so vain
You probably this song is about you
Dont 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 betcha think song is about you

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this 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 wasn't for that damned
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 somebody like me
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 this song is you

You tell 'em,
You probably think this song is 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