[Intro: Janet Jackson]
Yeah yeah
Oh, oh, oh, yeah yeah, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Refrain: Janet Jackson]
Who you gonna give it to? (Oh)
Who you gonna steal it from? (Oh)
Who's your next victim? (Oh)
It's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson]
Bet you think this song is about you (Oh)
Bet you think this song is about you (Oh)

[Refrain: Janet Jackson]
Who you gonna give it to? (Oh)
Who you gonna steal it from? (Oh)
Who's your next victim? (Oh)
It's gonna be a showdown
Knock down, drag out
Gunslingin' shoot 'em up

[Chorus: Janet Jackson & 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?
[Bridge: Janet Jackson]
Got a chip upon your shoulder
Show me what you gonna do
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin' blanks now
You son of a gun

[Verse 1: Janet Jackson]
Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts
Baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollerin' at everythin' that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy one-track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's goin' home with you tonight

[Verse 2: Janet Jackson]
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
Stupid bitch in my bеach house
Nah, I ain't gone go and act a fool
And be lеad story on the n***a news
Never be your sucker
I'll never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
[Outro: Janet Jackson]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby, about you, yeah yeah, don't you
Baby, about you, yeah yeah, don't you