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Janet Jackson
- Son of a gun (i betcha think this song is about you) lyrics

Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy m*********s
Try to have their cake and eat it too.

Carly Simon (speaking) :
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.

Janet Jackson:
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
Baby gigolo, S*x pistol
Hollerin at everythin that walks
No substance just small talk
Now why you feelin on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Working your work until you think you'll find
Who's goin home with you tonight.

Oh, who you 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 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.

Janet and Carly:
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
Don't you.

Haha Hoohoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy m*********s
Try to have their cake and eat it too.

Carly:
Clouds in my coffee, Clouds in my coffee.

(Haha Hoohoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy m*********s try to have their cake and eat it too).

Janet:
Sweatin me but I'm not your type
You think your irkin 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 lead story on nigga news
Not me sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid m*********r.

Oh, who you 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 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.

Janet and Carly:
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
Don't you.

HaHa Hoohoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy m*********s try to have their cake and eat it too.

Carly (speaking) :
Clouds of various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaulate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words refer to Mick.

Janet:
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.

Oh, who you 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 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.

Janet and Carly:
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
Don't you
(repeat).

Carly (speaking) :
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met Jett, but I'll venture a bet
There's 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 cumulonimbus capulatas?
Or a sirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody didn't make somebody like me proud
In the encyclopedia of clouds?
No, no, no, no, it's not what you say it's what you do
And you're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Probably think this song is about you
Yeah, probably think this song is about you