Son Of A Gun (i Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

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Son Of A Gun (i Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

(chant)
Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greddy mutherfuckers
Try to have the cake
And eat it too

Son of a gun

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

Sharp shooter into breakin' heart
Baby gigolo - a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No subtance just small talk
Know why you feelin' on the girl's behind
You gotta a sleezy one track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight

(b - section)
Oh, who you give it to
Who you gonna steal from
Who's your next victim
Oh, who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave a lone
Oh, what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Know down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up

(chorus)
I betcha think this song it about you (4x)
Don't you(4x)

(chant)

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, carly

Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee

(chant)

Sweatin' me but i'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw i ain't gone go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker

(b - sectioin)

(chorus)

(chant)

You tell 'em, carly
Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The aprocot scarf was woren by nick
Nothing in the words refer to nick

(bridge)
Gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you gonna do
I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
You son of a gun

(b - section)

(chorus)

I'm gone

Go on

Janet and me thick as theives
Never met jet, but i'll venture a bet
As a common threat to our common dreams
And if it wasn't for that damn cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee
Who do you think you are rambo
Or a cumlonibus capilattis
Or a cirrus
Or an alto stratus
Somebody should me someboyd like me proud
In the encyclopedia of clouds
No no no no it's not what you say
It's what you do
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You probably think this song is about you
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you

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