- Joined
- Jul 11, 2014
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
'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?
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
Also I'm never going to catch this thread up, so fuck it, I'm just jumping back in.