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SINGER: Janet Jackson
SONG: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
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(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
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(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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