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