SINGER: Janet Jackson

SONG:Son Of A Gun (edited)

(chant)
ha ha
hoo hoo
thought you'd get the money too.
greedy muther.
try to have your cake
and eat it too
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
a baby gigilo-sex pistol
hollerin' at everything that walks
no sunstance just small talk
know why feelin' on that girl's behind
you gotta sleezy one track mind
workin' your work until you think you find
whose going home with you tonight.
(b-section)
oh, who you give to
who you gonna steal from
whose your next victim
oh, who you gonna lie to
who you gonna cheat on
who you gonna leave alone
oh, what ya gonna tell her
after she discovers
you don't really love her
oh, gonna be a showdown
knock down- drag out
gunslinger shoot 'em up
(chorus)
i betcha think this song is about you(4x)
don't you(4x)
Sweatin' me but i'm not your type
you think you irk me and you're so right
i'd rather kepp the thrash and throw you out
stupid b**** in my beach house
naw i ain't gone fo act a fool
and be lead story on the n***** news
not me sucker
i'll never be your lover
i'm gonna make you suffer
you stupid muther
(b-section)
(chorus)
(chant)
(bridge)
gotta chip upon your shoulder
i just knocked it off
i ain't 'bout to run
you have just run out of ammunition
you son of a gun
(b-section)

(chorus)