作曲 : Robert John "Mutt" Lange Shania Twain
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，
That don't impress me much，enn。。。
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 that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it，
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place，
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special，
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else，
That don't impress me much，
So you got the looks 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。
