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INTERPRÉTATION
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Chant
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Chœurs
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Pedal steel guitar
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Guitare rythmique
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
Guitare électrique
Biff Watson
Biff Watson
Guitare acoustique
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Batterie
Joe Chemay
Joe Chemay
Basse
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shania Twain
Shania Twain
Paroles/Composition
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Robert John "Mutt" Lange
Production
Olle Romo
Olle Romo
Ingénierie de montage
Glenn Meadows
Glenn Meadows
Ingénierie de mastérisation
James Somberg
James Somberg
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jay Alverez
Jay Alverez
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeff Balding
Jeff Balding
Ingénierie de prise de son
Mark Hagen
Mark Hagen
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Mike Shipley
Mike Shipley
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

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 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, I think you're alright But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night That don't impress me much Ah-huh, yeah yeah 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 out of 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 Yeah! You're one of those guys that likes to shine his machine You'll make me take off my shoes before you let me get in I can't believe you kiss your car good night Now c'mon, baby, tell me - you must be joking 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 Oh, now ou 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 the long, cold, lonely night That don't impress me much Ah-huh, yeah yeah Okay, so what do you think, you're Elvis or something? That don't impress me much Oh no That don't impress me much Oh no Yeah, woo! Oh no, alright, alright You're Tarzan Captain Kirk maybe? John Wayne? Whatever, nuh-uh That don't impress me much
Writer(s): Robert John Lange, Shania Twain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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