The beauty of irony in a song.

You're so vain,

you probably think this song is about  you

You're so vain,

 I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? don't you?

You had me several years ago

when I was still quite naïve

Well you said that we made such a pretty pair

And that you would never leave

But you gave away the things you loved

and one of them was me

I had some dreams,

they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee, and...

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga

and your horse naturally won

Then you flew your Lear Jet up to Nova Scotia

To see the total eclipse of the sun

Well you're where you should be all the time

And when you're not you're with

Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend

Wife of a close friend, and...

You're so vain,

you probably think this song is about  you

You're so vain,

 I'll bet you think this song is about you

Don't you? don't you?