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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 |
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Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else |
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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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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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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 |
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Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else |
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Okay, so you're Brad Pitt |
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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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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'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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C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right |
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Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special |
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Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else |
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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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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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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 |
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Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something |
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Whatever |
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That don't impress me |
