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COOL
© 2001 M.C. Selfridge

You look in the mirror and you fall in love
'Cause you're the only one you're dreamin' of
And ya slick back your hair
Always thinkin' that the girls are gonna care Hmmm

Always leavin' your number one hangin' on
Always sayin' goodbye just before the dawn and then you
Call number two while number three is
Waiting for you

Well, that doesn't make you cool
That doesn't make you cool

You walk in a room like you're 10' tall
Always lookin' for someone new to take the fall
you give the green one's the eye
And follow it up with a bunch of pretty lies Hmmm

Always lookin' for action and the fast crowd
Always flashin' your money and talkin' loud
And ya come on the scene
Polyester in a rented limousine

Well, that doesn't make you cool
That doesn't make you cool

You know the maitre d of every restaurant
You slip 'em a bill to sit just where you want
and then you make a nasty scene
Hopin' to get on the cover of Connoisseur Magazine

You snap your fingers like you're king for the day
You think we're hangin' on every word ya say
Oh if you only knew---
Didn't your momma ever tell you

That doesn't make you cool NO, NO, NO, NO
That doesn't make you cool NO IT DOESN'T
That doesn't make you coooooool. OOOOOO
That doesn't make you cooooool.