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Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the 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 that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

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

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

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

Oh, What you gonna tell her she discovers
You really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, down
Gun shoot em up

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 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

Son of a gun

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, what you gonna tell her after she
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 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
youd get the money too
Greedy
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You tell 'em,

Clouds of various shapes and
Most guys like to evaluate their
We come with so many tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by
Nothing in the words to Nick

Got a upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me 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 what you say, its you do
Youre so
You think this song is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

I betcha think this song is 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 song 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

I betcha think this is about you
I think this song is about 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, as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it wasn't for that damned
There'd be no in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make like me proud
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 song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You probably think this is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably this song is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably think this is about you

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