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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 down to an art
You think you're a genius, you 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 scientist
don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have 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 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 extra hold gel in your hair ought to lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it fall out of place
You think you're special
You think you're 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 warm in the of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't you kiss car good night
Now come on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're something special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
don't impress 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 me much
You think you're cool but 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 impress me
But you've got being down to an art
You think you're a genius, you 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 scientist
don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have 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 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 extra hold gel in your hair ought to lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it fall out of place
You think you're special
You think you're 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 warm in the of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't you kiss car good night
Now come on baby tell me
You must be joking, right
You think you're something special
You think you're something else
Okay, so you've got a car
don't impress 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 me much
You think you're cool but 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 impress me
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