That Don't Impress Me Much

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I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
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But you've got being right down to an art
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You think you're a genius you drive me up the wall
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You're a regular original a know it all
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Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think
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You're something else

1. (Tacet) (spoken) okay, so you're a rocket scientist

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That don't impress me much
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So you got the brain but have you got the touch
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Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
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But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much

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(uh huh, yeah, yeah)

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I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
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And a comb up his sleeve, just in case
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And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
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'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall outta place

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Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think
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You're something else

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That don't impress me much
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So you got the looks but have you got the touch
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Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
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But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much

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You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
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You make me take off my shoes, before you let me get in
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I can't believe you kiss your car good night
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Now, c'mon baby tell me you must be jokin' right!
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Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think
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You're something else

Okay, so you've got a car

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That don't impress me much
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So you, got the moves but have you got the touch
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Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
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But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

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That don't impress me much
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You think you're cool but have you got the touch
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Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
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But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
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That don't impress me much, (uh huh, yeah, yeah)

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That don't impress me