????????? son of a gun – janet jackson

???? : son of a gun

?????? : janet jackson

????????? :

Ha ha

Hoo hoo

Thought you’d get the money too

Greedy mutherfuckers

Try to have your cake and eat it too

(Son of a gun)

(Son of a gun)

Carly:

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 preeny self in the mirror

Janet:

Sharp shooter into breakin hearts

A baby gigolo – a sex pistol

Hollerin at everythin that walks

No substance just small talk

Know why you feelin on that girl’s behind

You gotta sleezy one track mind

Working 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

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

Don’t you

Don’t you

Don’t you

Ha ha

Hoo hoo

Thought you’d get the money too

Greedy mutherfuckers

Try to have your cake and eat it too

(Son of a gun)

(Son of a gun)

You tell ’em Carly

Carly:

Clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee

Ha Ha

Hoo Hoo

Thought you’d get the money too

Greedy Motherfuckers

Try to have your 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 the lead story on the nigga news

Not me sucker

I’ll never be your lover

I’m gonna 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 ya gonna tell her

After she discovers

You don’t really love her

Oh, it’s gonna be a showdown

Knock down – 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

Don’t you

Don’t you

Don’t you

Ha Ha

Hoo Hoo

Thought you’d get the money too

Greedy Motherfuckers

Try to have your cake

And eat it too

(Let’s dance)

You tell ’em Carly

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 refer to Nick

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 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

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

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

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

Oh God

Carly:

Janet and me thick as theives

Never met yet but I’ll venture a bet

There’s a common threat to our common dream

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 cumulo nimbus capilatus or a cirrus or an alto-stratus?

Somebody didn’t make somebody like me to make me proud

In the encyclopedia of clouds

No, no, no, no

It’s not what you say it’s what you do

Your so vain you probably think this song is about you

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