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Ha Ha
Hoo Hoo
Thought you’d get the money too
Greedy Motherf*ckers
Try to 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 Motherf*ckers
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 Motherf*ckers
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