Paroles de la chanson Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You) par Janet Jackson

[Janet Jackson]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money, too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Carly Simon]
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 that mirror

[Janet]
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 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

[Janet & Carly]
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.

[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money, too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Janet]
You tell 'em, Carly.

[Carly]

Clouds in my coffee

[Janet]
Go on.

[Carly]
Clouds in my coffee

[Remixed Voice]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you?d get the money, too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.

[Janet]
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

[Janet & Carly]
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.

[Janet]
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.

[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!

[Janet]
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,
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun.


[Janet]
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

[Carly (over Janet)]
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.

[Janet & Carly]
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.

[Janet]
Oh, God.
Go on.

[Carly]
Janet and me, thick as thieves,
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet
There's a common threat to our common dream.

[Janet]
Tell 'em Carly

[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
In the encyclopedia of clouds? 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.

[Janet]
You tell 'em, Carly.

[Carly]
Probably think that this song is about you.
Yea, you probably think this song is about you.

(repeated various ways)