Janet Jackson - Son of a gun | Текст песни

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• Janet Jackson
• Son of a gun

Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Tryin to have the cake and eat it too
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 preemy self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
Baby gigolo, sex 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 gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal 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 it's be a showdown
Knock down, drag outs
Gunslinger shoot 'em up
I betcha think this song is about you x4
Don't you?
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Though you'd get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Tryna have the cake and eat it too
You tell 'em Carly
Clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Geedy motherfuckers
Tryna have the cake and eat it too
Sweatin me but I'm not your type
You think you irk 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 the nigga news
Never me a sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'll rather make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal 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, it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag outs
Gunslinger shoot 'em up
I betcha think this song is about you x4
Don't you?
Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Tryna to have the cake and eat it too
(Let's dance)
You tell 'em Carly
Clouds are various shapes and sizes
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
We come with so many different tricks
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Nothing in the words were refered to Mick
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 gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal 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, it's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag outs
Gunslinger shoot 'em up
No, no, no, no, no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Don't you?
I betcha think this song is about you x8
Don't you?
I betcha think this song is about you x4
Don't you?
im gone
Janet and me thick as thieves
Never met yet, 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 capillatus?
Or a cirrus? Or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud?
You need encyclopedia of clouds?
No, no, no, no
It's not what you say, it's what you do
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
Probably think this song is about
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
Is about you
Is about you
Probably think this song is about you