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Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought youd 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 everythin that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin on that girls behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Whos goin home with you tonight
Oh, who you give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Whos 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 dont 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
Dont you
Dont you