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That Don't Impress Me Much 
Easy
by Shania Twain
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I've known a few who thought they were smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
You're a 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 impress me much
So you got the brain but you got the touch
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 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 to it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall out of place
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me in the middle of the night
don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car night
Now come on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're special
You you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't me much
So you got the moves 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
That don't impress me much
You you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't me much
Ok, so what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't me
But you've got being right down to an art
You you're a genius, you drive me up the wall
You're a 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 impress me much
So you got the brain but you got the touch
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 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 to it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall out of place
You think you're special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me in the middle of the night
don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car night
Now come on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're special
You you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
That don't me much
So you got the moves 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
That don't impress me much
You you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't me much
Ok, so what do you think you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't me
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