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Intro - p.m. - G C x2
first verse with palm mute like intro
SOL
Ten pounds too much to the naked eye
DO
I don't take the bus because she drives
SOL
Watermelon lipstick, and way too much
DO
She got buttermilk smile and a thorny touch
SOL
Street smart, like a Courtney Love
DO
Can't get enough Hollywood stories of
SOL
Anybody famous that can make her feel
DO
Like they're all kinda friends in a way
Open chords
SOL
No best friend, well one but she's crazy
DO
Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy
SOL
The last of six kids that all left town
DO
Seems nobody ever wanted them around
SOL
But she's cool like a soda can sittin' on ice
DO
Always orders sushi, only eats the rice
SOL
Talks about J Lo like they're best of friends
DO
I think she loves me, but it all depends
LAm SOL MIm
Hey baby, I don't wanna be your Superman
LAm SOL MIm
I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby
LAm SOL
You'll be standin' in the sun shine
MIm LAm
I'll be standin' right here in the rain
SOL
You save me and I will save the day
p.m. - G C x2
Open chords
SOL
I got a sweet gig rakin' in the cash with karaoke
DO
I get the crowd goin' when I sing the hokey pokey
SOL
I shake it to the
DO
left and then I shake it to the right
SOL
What's not to love, man I'm on tonight
DO
I got the LA stylie with the New York trim
SOL
Keep my pants so low
DO
It's like I'm goin' for a swim
SOL
I got the Coppertone tan, like in Mexico
DO
Well, not now but when I go, yeah
Palm mute this verse
SOL
I know you don't see me like a movie star
DO
And it can't help much that I don't have no car
SOL
But you're my favorite thing, by far
DO
That's gotta count for something
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