I've known a few gals who could cook like it's art
and surely you're the best at making Apple tarts
You have EVO hidden in you're drawers
You could beat Paula Dean, in a butter brawl

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're Rachel Ray
That don't impress me much
So you can cook but can you pay for lunch
Now Don't get me wrong, yeah your gourmet's alright
But that won't pay my rent or help keeping on the lights

That don't impress me much
I've never met a gal whose boobs outshined Dolly Partons
And a twerking piece that turned all heads her way
You're always in a two piece out bar hopping with the Waltons
'Cause Heaven forbid you should buy your own drinks

Oh-oo-oh, so you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're Nicki Minaj
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but that won't get me hooked
Now Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you look tight
I'd rather have an equal who pays their way at night
That don't impress me much

You're one of those gals who rides in limousines
You've got Gucci and Prada from your head to your jeans
You never pay for nothing, it's all on others dimes
Even your doggie has Calvin-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're Paris Hilton
That don't impress me much
So you got good taste but from other's plates
Now Don't get me wrong, yeah I like brands alright
But get that high cost living on someone else's dime

That don't impress me much oh Oh uh No
You want a dude to trollop in a crunch
Now Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But this guy wants a lady who works, plays, earns her prize
That don't impress me much

Okay, so what do you think you're Marilyn Monroe or something
Whatever