Letra de Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) - Janet Jackson

(Feat. Carly Simon)

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have their 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 preening self in the mirror (Go on)

Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts

A baby gigolo, a sex pistol

Hollerin' at everything that walks (Uh)

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 showdown, knock down, drag out

Gun slingers, shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you)

I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah)

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 their cake and eat it too

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

You tell 'em, Carly

Clouds in my coffee (Go on)

Clouds in my coffee

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo

Thought you'd get the money too

Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too

Sweatin' me but I'm not your type

You think you irkin' 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 gonna go and act a fool

And be the lead story on the nigga news

Never me, sucker, I'll never be your lover

I'd rather 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 you gonna tell her (Uh)

After she discovers you don't really love her?

Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag out

Gun slingers, 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 (Yeah, yeah)

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 their 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 (Alright, now)

We come with so many different tricks

The apricot scarf was worn by Nick

Nothing in the words refer to Mick

Gotta 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)

Oh, who you gonna give it to?

Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim?

(No, no, no, no, no) Oh, who you gonna lie to?

(It's not what you say, its what you do) Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone?

(You're so vain, (Go on) you probably think this song is about you) Oh, what you gonna tell her

After she discovers you don't really love her?

(Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you?) Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag down

Gun slingers, shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you

I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I betcha think this song is about you (I bet 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 bet 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I betcha think this song is about you (I bet 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'm gone

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 (You tell 'em, Carly)

And if it wasn't for that damned cream, there'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee (Come on; ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Who do you think you are, Rambo? Or a cumulonimbus capillatus or a cirrus or an altostratus?

Somebody to make somebody like me proud in the encyclopedia of clouds? (You tell 'em, Carly)

(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 (Go on)

(You tell 'em, Carly) You probably think this song is about you

(Don't hurt him now) Yeah, you probably think this song is about you

(That's my girl) Is about you

(Go on) Is about you

(Go on) 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

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