Cifras para Guitarra That Don't Impress Me Much

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Introducción:
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I've known a few guys who thought they were, pretty smart, 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, You're a regular
original a, know it all
                                            
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BRIDGE:     Oh oo oh, you think you're special, Oh oo oh, you think you're
something else (Intro lick 1)
                                      
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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, now 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, (uh huh, yeah, yeah)
      
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I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket, 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, 'Cause Heaven
forbid, it should fall outta place
                                      
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That don't impress me much,                         So you got the looks but have you
got the touch
                  
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Now don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright,   But that won't keep me
warm in the middle of the
                                      
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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, You make me take
off my shoes, before you let
                          
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me get in
      
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I can't believe you kiss your car good night, now, c'mon baby tell me     you
must be jokin' right!
                                                                                                                 
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Okay, so you've got a car,             That don't impress me much
                            
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So you, got the moves but have you got the touch, Now 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 (That don't impress me)
                
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You think you're cool but have you got the touch, Now 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,   (Intro Lick 1)
                                    
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That don't impress me much, (uh huh, yeah, yeah)
                                         
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Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something.....Whatever.....That
don't impress me