Thought you'd get the money, too
Greedy, greedy, greedy
Try to have the cake and eat it, too.


[Janet]
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feelin
On that girls behind,
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin your work until you find
Who's goin home with you tonight.


[Janet & Carly Simon]
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]
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 b**** in my beach house
No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool,
And be the lead story, on the f**** news
Not me, sucker, I'd never be your lover,
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f*****


[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 & 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, greedy, greedy