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That Don't Impress Me Much 
Easy
by Shania Twain
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I've a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got 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 you're special
You think you're else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't 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 in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve, in case
And all that extra hold gel in your to it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should out of place
You you're special
You think you're else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't 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 won't me warm in the of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
Now come on tell me
You be joking, right
You think you're something special
You think 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 think you're alright
But that won't keep me in the middle of the night
That don't me much
You think you're but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Ok, so what do you you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't impress me
But you've got 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 you're special
You think you're else
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't 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 in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much
I never knew a guy who a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve, in case
And all that extra hold gel in your to it
'Cause Heaven forbid, it should out of place
You you're special
You think you're else
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't 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 won't me warm in the of the night
That don't impress me much
You're one of those who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
Now come on tell me
You be joking, right
You think you're something special
You think 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 think you're alright
But that won't keep me in the middle of the night
That don't me much
You think you're but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah, I think you're alright
But that won't me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much
Ok, so what do you you're Elvis or something
Whatever
That don't impress me
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