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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 greedy self in the mirror

Go on

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

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

Oh, who you gonna it to? Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your 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 her?
Oh, its gonna be a down, knock down, drag down
Gun shoot em up

I betcha this 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, you, dont 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,
in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my

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

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

No, I aint gonna go and act a
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 give it to? Who you gonna it from?
Whos next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna on?
Who you leave alone?

Oh, what you tell her after she discovers
You dont love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag
Gun shoot em up

I betcha think song is about you
I betcha think song is about 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 youd get the too
motherfuckers
Try to have the and eat it too
(Let's dance)

You 'em, Carly

Clouds of shapes and sizes
Most like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so different tricks
The apricot scarf was by Nick
Nothing in the words to Nick

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just it off
me what youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You just 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 think this is about you
Dont you, dont you, dont you, you

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

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

Oh, go on

Son of a gun

Go on
Janet and me, as thieves
Never met jet but I'll a bet
There's a common threat to our 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 cumulonimbus cavulotus or a or an altostratus?
Somebody to make like me proud
You tell 'em,
In the of clouds?
now
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's you do
You're so vain, you probably this song is about you

You 'em, Carly
You think this song 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