Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers (you want some
earnings and stuff?)
Try to have their cake and eat it too
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are 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)
Verse 2
Am
Sharp- shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything
that walks (uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on
that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
And workin' your back until you
think you'll find
Who's goin' home
Verse 3
with you tonight?
Am
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal 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 slingin', shoot 'em up
Verse 4
Am
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is
about you (I bet you)
I bet you think this song is
about you (yeah, yeah)
I bet you think this song is about you
G
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Verse 5
Am
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their 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, hoo, hoo
Thought you'd get the money
too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Verse 6
Am
Sweatin' me but I'm not
your type (no)
You think you irkin' me
Am
I'd rather keep the trash
and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
No, I ain't gon' go and act a fool
And be the lead story on nigga news
Never me, sucker,
I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer,
you stupid motherfucker
Verse 7
Am
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal 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 (uh)
You don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown,
knockdown, drag out
Gun slingin', shoot 'em up
Verse 8
Am
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is
about you (yeah, yeah)
I bet you think this song is about you
G
Am
G
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Verse 9
Am
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it
too (let's dance)
Verse 10
Am
You tell 'em, Carly (uh)
(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
Verse 11
Am
Dm
Got a chip upon your shoulder,
I just knocked it off
F
Am
Show me what you're gonna do,
Dm
I ain't 'bout to run
C
G
Em
Am
F
C
You have just run out of am munition (I'm storm cloud,
baby)
Shootin' blanks now,
G
Em
Am
you son of a gun (you can roll like thunder all over me)
Verse 12
Am
Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
Oh, who you gonna lie to? (No,
no, no, no, no)
Who you gonna cheat on? (It's not
what you say)
Who you gonna leave alone?
(It's what you do)
Oh (you're so vain, go on)
What you gonna tell her after she discovers (you probably
think this song is about you)
You don't really love her?
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown (don't you,
don't you, don't you)
Knockdown,
drag down (don't you)
Gun slingin',
shoot 'em up (don't you?)
Verse 13
Am
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about
you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I bet you think this song is
about you (I bet you)
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is
about you (don't you?)
I bet you think this song is
about you (I bet you)
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
G
Am
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
G
Am
I bet you think this
Verse 14
song is about you
I bet you think this song is about
you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I bet you think this song is
about you (I bet you)
I bet you think this song is about you
G
Am
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
Verse 15
gun)
Go on
Janet and me, thick as thieves
Never met yet 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 (talk to 'em,
come on)
clouds in my coffee
Who do you think you are, Rambo?
Or a cumulonimbus capillatus or a
cirrus or an altostratus?
Somebody to make somebody like me
proud (you tell 'em, Carly)
Dm
Am
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 (go on)
You probably think this song
is about you
You tell 'em, Carly
probably think this song is about you
Don't hurt 'em now
Yeah, you probably think
this song is about you
That's my girl
G
Am
Is about you (go on)
Is about you (go on)
You probably think this song is about you
Dm
Am
(You
son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
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