Tom Sweeney - Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) lyrics

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)