Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - Janet Jackson, Carly Simon

Ha ha Hoo hoo

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy mutherfuckers

Try to have your cake and eat it too

Sharp shooter into breakin hearts

A baby gigolo c a sex pistol

Hollerin at everythin that walks

No substance just small talk

Know why you feelin on that girls behind

You gotta sleezy one track mind

Working your work until you think you find

Whos goin home with you tonight

Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You dont really love her

Oh, gonna be a showdown

Knock down c drag out

Gunslinger 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

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you

Sweatin me but Im not your type

You think you irk me and youre so right

Id rather keep the trash and throw you out

Stupid bitch in my beach house

Naw I aint gone go and act a fool

And be lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucher

Ill bnever be your lover

Id rather make you suffer

You stupid mutherfucker

Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You dont really love her

Oh, gonna be a showdown

Knock down c drag out

Gunslinger 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

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you

Ha ha Hoo hoo

Thought youd get the money too

Greedy mutherfuckers

Try to have your cake and eat it too

Gotta chip upon your shoulder

I just knocked it off

Show me what you gonna do I aint 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

Whos 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 dont really love her

Oh, gonna be a showdown

Knock down c drag out

Gunslinger 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

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you

Dont you