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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 hero
The way you dress and look over
It's no you would ponder that image
Of your greedy self in the

Go on

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

Know why youre feelin on that girls
You got a sleazy, one track
your work until you think you find
Whos goin home with you

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

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

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

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

Son of a gun

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

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

me but Im not youre type
You you irk me and youre so right
Id rather 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 be your lover
Id rather make you suffer, you stupid motha

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

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

You tell 'em,

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

Got a chip upon your shoulder, I knocked it off
Show me youre gonna do, I aint bout to run
You just run out of ammunition
(I'm cloud, baby)
Shootin now, you son of a gun
(You can roll thunder all over me)

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

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

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

I betcha think this song is you
I think this song is about you
I think this song is about you
I betcha this song is about you
Dont you, 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
There's a threat to our common dream
'em, Carly
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 or an altostratus?
Somebody to make like me proud
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 think 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 song is about you

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