Janet:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf**ers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Carly (Janet):
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 greedy self in the mirror
(Go on)
Janet:
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby jiggalo, a s** pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why youre feelin' on that girls behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin home with you tonight?
Janet:
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot 'em up
Carly [Chorus]:
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Janet:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf**ers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Carly (Janet):
(You tell 'em, Carly)
Clouds in my coffee
(Go on)
Clouds in my coffee
Janet:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought youd get the money too
Greedy motherf**ers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
Janet:
Sweatin' me but I'm not youre type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b**h in my beach house
No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the n***a news
Not me, s**er, Id never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherf**er
Janet:
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Whos your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You dont really love her?
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot em up
Carly [Chorus]:
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Janet:
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherf**ers
Try to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)
Carly (Janet):
(You tell 'em, Carly)
Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
(All right now)
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Mick
Janet (Carly):
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
(I'm storm cloud, baby)
Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)
Janet (Carly):
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
(No, no, no, no, no)
Oh, who you gonna lie to?
(It's not what you say, its what you do)
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
(You're so vain, You probably think this song is about you)
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don't really love her?
(Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you)
Oh, its gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Gun slugger shoot em up
Carly (Janet)[Chorus x2]:
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you
(I bet you think)
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
(Don't You)
I betcha think this song is about you
(I bet you)
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Janet:
Im gone
Son of a gun
Go on
Carly (Janet):
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream
(Tell 'em, Carly)
And if it wasn't for that damned cream
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee
(Ha ha ha ha ha)
Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
(You tell 'em, Carly)
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
(Alright now)
No no no no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain, (Go on) you probably think this song is about you
(You tell 'em, Carly)
You probably think this song is about you
(Don't hurt him now)
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
(That's my girl)
Is about you
(Go on)
Is about you
(Go on)
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you
(You son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)