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That Don't Impress Me Much 
Easy
by Shania Twain
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I've known a few guys who thought were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't me much
So you got the brain but you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But won't keep me in the of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair ought to lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall out of place
You think you're special
You you're else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't me much
So you got the but have you got the touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the of the night
don't me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't you kiss your car night
Now on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the but you got the touch
Now, don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But won't me on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Ok, so what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't impress me
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't me much
So you got the brain but you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But won't keep me in the of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair ought to lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall out of place
You think you're special
You you're else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't me much
So you got the but have you got the touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the of the night
don't me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't you kiss your car night
Now on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the but you got the touch
Now, don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But won't me on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Ok, so what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't impress me
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