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Artist/Band: 
Janet Jackson 
Lyrics for Song: Son Of A Gun 
Lyrics for Album: All For You [2001]
  
               
  6688>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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| Album Lyrics: All For You [2001] | 
 
   Janet Jackson 
"All For You [2001]"
 
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