Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy Motherfuckers
wanna have your cake and eat it too

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

Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo - 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
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

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 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 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
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

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 Mick
Nothing in the words refer to Mick

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
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

I'm gone

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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