Son of a gun
by Carly Simon
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Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Try to have your cake
And eat it too
Sharp shooter into breakin´ hearts
A baby gigolo - a Sex Pistol
Hollerin´ at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin´ on that girl´s behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Workin´ your work until you think you find
Who´s goin´ home with you tonight
Oh, who you 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
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
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 lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I´ll never be your lover
I´m gonna make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker
Oh, who you 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
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Try to have your cake
And eat it too
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 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
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Try to have your cake
And eat it too
Sharp shooter into breakin´ hearts
A baby gigolo - a Sex Pistol
Hollerin´ at everything that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin´ on that girl´s behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Workin´ your work until you think you find
Who´s goin´ home with you tonight
Oh, who you 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
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
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 lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I´ll never be your lover
I´m gonna make you suffer
You stupid mutherfucker
Oh, who you 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
Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you´d get the money too
Greedy mutherfuckers
Try to have your cake
And eat it too
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 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