Shania Twain Follow

I've known a few guys
Who thought they 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

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

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brains
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 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 that extra hold gel
In your hair oughta lock it
Cos heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, 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
Warm in the middle 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 believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me
You must be jokin', right?

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

Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress 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
Warm in the middle of the night

That don't impress me much
You think you're cool
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 on those long, cold, lonely nights
That don't impress me much

Okay
So what do you think
You're Elvis or something?
Whatever
That don't impress me