Can I just thank you guys for your kind reviews? Cuz they're pobably the nicest I've had in ages… provided they weren't sarcastic, which is likely…
Any way, I heard this song on the radio and really felt I could tie it in, but it may not seem as good to the readers as it dd to me…
On with the story then!
Spov
I've been followed around all day, and it's getting on my nerves. Guys that had watched the karaoke had been acting like puppies, calling me a siren, whatever. Apart from annoying it meas there's not nearly so much time to watch/follow/stalkPuck, which is good for him but not for me. So I sang a few notes, a short scalre, and they practically fell over themselves in the attempt to get closer to me. It was starting to get rather amusing, actually. So then I sang.
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
Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brains 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
Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
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
You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', 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
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
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
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
Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Oo-Oh-Oh
That don't impress me much!
Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-No
Alright! Alright!
You're Tarzan!
Captain Kirk maybe.
John Wayne.
Whatever!
That don't impress me much!
And they all fell down. I stepped over their legs, and said to Puck –
"Now you, I like." And he promptly fell over too. I laughed and ran to my next lesson, not before pranking Puck – I put my darkest shade of lip stick on and kissed his cheek – how does he like that then?
Ok, I guess that's rather random, but it's the best I could do in a 15 minute break.
Ciao!
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