Ha, ha, who, who   Thought you?d get the money too   Greedy motherfuckers   Try to have the cake and eat it too      Son of a gun   Son of a gun      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      Go on      Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts   A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol   Hollerin? at everything that walks   No substance, just small talk      Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind   You got a sleazy, one track mind   Workin? 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 show down, knock down, drag down   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, don?t you, don?t you      Ha, ha, who, who   Thought you?d get the money too   Greedy motherfuckers   Try to have the cake and eat it too      Son of a gun      You tell 'em, Carly   Clouds in my coffee   Go on   Clouds in my coffee      Ha, ha, who, who   Thought you?d get the money too   Greedy motherfuckers   Try to have the cake and eat it too      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 bitch in my beach house      No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool   And be the lead story on the nigga news   Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover   I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker      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 show down, knock down, drag down   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, don?t you, don?t you      Ha, ha, who, who   Thought you?d get the money too   Greedy motherfuckers   Try to have the cake and eat it too   (Let's dance)      You tell 'em, Carly      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, I just knocked it off   Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run   You have just run out of ammunition   (I'm storm cloud, baby)   Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun   (You can roll like thunder all over me)      No, no, no, no, no   It?s not what you say, it?s what you do   You?re so vain   You probably think this song is about you   Don?t 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      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, go on      Son of a gun      Go on   Janet and me, thick as thieves   Never met jet but I'll venture a bet   There's a common threat to our common dream   Tell 'em, Carly   And if it wasn't for that damned cream   There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee      Who do you think you are, Rambo?   Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus?   Somebody to make somebody like me proud   You tell 'em, Carly   In the encyclopedia of clouds?   Alright now   No no no no   It's not what you say, it's what you do   You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you      You tell 'em, Carly   You probably think this song is about you   Tell 'em now   Yeah, you probably think this song is about you   That's right, girl   Is about you   Go on   Is about you   Go on   Is about you   You probably think this song is about you      You son of a gun   Son of a gun   Son of a gun   Son of a gun