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Artist: Janet Jackson
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Son Of A Gun
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Son Of A Gun
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Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
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
Go on
Sharpshooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's 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 don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun-slingin' shoot 'em up
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?
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Go on
Clouds in my coffee
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool
And be the lead story on the nigga news
Never me, sucker, I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's 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 don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag out
Gun-slingin' shoot em up
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?
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
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
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
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 showdown, knockdown, drag down
Gun slugger shoot em up
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?
I'm gone
Son of a gun
Go on
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 capillatus 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
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