Workin’ your work until you find
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Oh, who you gonna lie to, who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Or a Cumulonimbus Cavulotus or a Cirrus or an Alto stratus?
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up
Who’s goin’ home with you tonight
Greedy motherfuckers
You don’t really love her?
Not me, sucker, I’d never be your lover
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Greedy motherfuckers
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Try to have the cake and eat it, too
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you
Who’s your next victim?
Try to have the cake and eat it too
You tell 'em, Carly
Oh, Who you gonna lie to, who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
Hollerin’ at everything that walks
I betcha think this song is about you
Stupid bitch in my beach house
You don’t really love her?
Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee
I betcha think this song is about you
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol
I betcha think this song is about you
It's not what you say, it's what you do
Greedy motherfuckers
I betcha think this song is about you
Janet and me, thick as thieves, never met Jet but I'll venture a bet
No, I ain’t gonna go and act a fool
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you
Oh, who you gonna lie to, who you gonna cheat on?
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you?
Oh, who you gonna give it to, who you gonna steal it from?
I betcha think this song is about you
Thought you’d get the money, too
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off
You tell 'em, Carly
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
In the encyclopedia of clouds, no, no, no, no
Try to have the cake and eat it too
Probably think this song is about you
Know why you’re feelin’ on that girl’s behind
No substance, just small talk
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
It's no wonder you would ponder that image
Shootin’ blanks now, you son of a gun
Oh, who you gonna give it to, who you gonna steal it from?
Try to have the cake and eat it, too
We come with so many different tricks
I’d rather make you suffer, you stupid mother fucker
I betcha think this song is about you
Who you gonna leave alone?
Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers
I betcha think this song is about you
Oh, it’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee
Oh, It’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Oh God, go on
Thought you’d get the money, too
I betcha think this song is about you
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you?
And if it wasn't for that damned cream there'd be no
Show me what you’re gonna do, I ain’t ‘bout to run
I betcha think this song is about you
There's a common threat to our common dream
I betcha think this song is about you
You have just run out of ammunition
I betcha think this song is about you
And be the lead story, on the nigga news
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're such a romantic hero
You don’t really love her?
Who’s your next victim?
I betcha think this song is about you
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Oh, it’s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down
Is about you, is about you
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Who’s your next victim?
Somebody to make somebody like me proud
The Apricot scarf was worn by Nick
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up
Sharp shooter into breakin’ hearts
I betcha think this song is about you
You think you irk me and you’re so right
Of your greedy self in the mirror
I betcha think this song is about you
Nothing in the words refer to Nick
Clouds of various shapes and sizes
I betcha think this song is about you
Oh, Who you gonna give it to, who you gonna steal it from?
Greedy motherfuckers
Who do you think you are, Rambo
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you
Gun slugger shoot ‘em up
The way you dress and look yourself over
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes
I betcha think this song is about you
Sweatin’ me but I’m not you’re type
I’d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
Thought you’d get the money too
