Must've been living under a rock
Must've not left the house for a couple of years
All the telephones, TVs, radios off
Put a blindfold on, cotton in my ears
'Cause you got this instantly recognizable quality about you babe
Like South Beach or Vegas
All up in the paper, in the supermarket aisle
That dress on you I swear
I know you from somewhere
Gotta know what your name is
'Cause God you look famous when you smile
Some show, some song, billboard or commercial
Do you do the weather, do you read the news?
Girl you got my head spinning around in circles
And by the way I'm looking at you
And everybody else is too, I'm thinking
Like South Beach or Vegas
All up in the paper, in the supermarket aisle
That dress on you I swear
I know you from somewhere
Gotta know what your name is
'Cause God you look famous when you smile
You got your elbows on the bar
Yeah something I just can't place or put my finger on
'Cause you got this instantly recognizable quality about you babe
Yeah you might not be but
Like South Beach or Vegas
All up in the paper, in the supermarket aisle
That dress you got on, got me looking for some paparazzi
Gotta know what your name is
Girl you look famous when you smile
You look so famous when you smile