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Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the too
Greedy
Try to have the 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 shooter breakin hearts
A jiggalo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that
No substance, just small

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

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

Oh, What you gonna her after 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 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 'em, Carly
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

me but Im not youre type
You you irk me and youre so right
Id rather keep the trash and you out
Stupid 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 make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker

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

Oh, what you tell her after she discovers
You dont really love
Oh, its gonna be a 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 this song is you
I betcha think 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,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just it off
Show me youre gonna 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 thunder all me)

No, no, no, no, no
Its not you say, its what you do
Youre so
You probably think song is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

I betcha this song is about you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you
I betcha think this song is you

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

I betcha think this is about you
I betcha this 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
Never met jet but I'll a bet
a common threat to our common dream
Tell 'em,
And if it for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, in my coffee

Who do you you are, Rambo?
Or a cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
You 'em, Carly
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 'em, Carly
You probably this song is about you
'em now
Yeah, you probably think song is about you
That's right,
Is you
Go on
Is you
Go on
Is you
You probably this song is about you