Village People - Sophistication - The Ritchie Family lyrics

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Village People - Sophistication - The Ritchie Family lyrics

Sophistication Who, who, who do you think you are Who, who, looks like a superstar Im not gonna rag about what I see Youre wasting your precious time staring at me You try to look mysterious, but it aint no big deal So why must I have to tell you that you got to be real Who, who, who drives a foreign car Who, who, who thinks that hes a star Who, who, who takes the game too far Who needs some sophistication You wear designer clothes But, thats as far as it goes Halston and Gucci can only take you so far Youre not half the man that you think you are Who, who, who has an attitude Who, who, whos wearing lots of j**els Who, who, whos sometimes very rude Who needs some sophistication Whos that being deceiving, when youre not aware Every time you turn around, what, what, what, what What you think you see, what you think you see What you think you see, no, really isnt there Who, who, whos living in the past Who, who, whos moving much too fast Who, who, who needs to find some cla** Who needs some sophistication Im not hard to please, but youre acting so unreal And I hope you dont mind hearing about how I feel Take a look in the mirror, cuz a mirror wont conceal Something aint right, you dont quite fit the bill Who, who, whos got their head on wrong Who, who, who sing a different song Who, who, when all their cash is gone Who needs some sophistication Gonna have to change your name Cuz youve got yourself to blame Gonna Have to leave this town Cuz we dont want you around Who, who, whos gonna be afraid Who, who, when all the good times end Who, who, who needs to look ahead Who needs some sophistication Who, who, who has a lot to learn Who, who, as far as Im concerned Who, who, whos gonna end up burned Who needs some sophistication Ill break it to you easy before you get your fill Something is lacking cuz you dont quite fit the bill It aint no big deal I wanna be for real You think your game is tight But something just aint right Youre almost up to par Do you know just who you are Ill break it to you easy Before you get your fill Something is lacking Cuz you dont quite fit the bill Who, who, who do you think you are Who, who, youre no star Who, who, who do you think you are Who, who, youre no star Who, who, who do you think you are Who, who, youre no star