- Song Name: Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)
- Artist Name: Janet Jackson
- Album: All for You
- Songwriters: Carly Simon, James Iii Harris, Janet Jackson, Terry Lewis
- Release Date: 2001.04.24
- Label: Virgin
LYRICS FOR "Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)"
Ha
Thought you'd get the money
Greedy m************
Try to have the cake and eat it
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 greedy self in the mirror
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby jiggalo
Hollerin' at everything that walks
No substance
Know why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy
Workin' your work until you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight
Oh
Who's your next victim?
Oh
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh
You don't really love her?
Oh
Gun slugger 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
Ha
Thought you'd get the money
Greedy m************
Try to have the cake and eat it too
You tell 'em
Clouds in my coffee
Ha
Thought you'd get the money
Greedy m************
Try to have the cake and eat it
Sweatin' me but I'm not you're type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid b**** in my beach house
No
And be the lead story
Not me
I'd rather make you suffer
Oh
Who's your next victim?
Oh
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh
You don't really love her?
Oh
Gun slugger 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
Ha
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy m************
Try to have the cake and eat it too
You tell 'em
Clouds of 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
Got a chip upon your shoulder
Show me what you're gonna do
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
Oh
Who's your next victim?
Oh
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh
You don't really love her?
Oh
Gun slugger 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
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
Oh God
Janet and me
There's a common threat to our common dream
And if it wasn't for that damned cream there'd be no
Clouds in my coffee
Who do you think you are
Or a Cumulonimbus Cavulotus or a Cirrus or an Alto stratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
In the encyclopedia of clouds
It's not what you say
You're so vain
Probably think this song is about you
Yeah
Is about you
You probably think this song is about you
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