Intro  -  p.m. - G C  x2

first verse with palm mute like intro

G
Ten pounds too much to the naked eye
C
I don't take the bus because she drives
G
Watermelon lipstick, and way too much
C
She got buttermilk smile and a thorny touch
G
Street smart, like a Courtney Love
C
Can't get enough Hollywood stories of
G
Anybody famous that can make her feel
C
Like they're all kinda friends in a way


Open chords

G
No best friend, well one but she's crazy
C
Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy
G
The last of six kids that all left town
C
Seems nobody ever wanted them around
G
But she's cool like a soda can sittin' on ice
C
Always orders sushi, only eats the rice
G
Talks about J Lo like they're best of friends
C
I think she loves me, but it all depends 

    Am                  G       Em                                     
	Hey baby, I don't wanna be your Superman
    Am                  G       Em               
	I just wanna be your man and I'll be super, baby
    Am                    G
You'll be standin' in the sun shine
    Em                                         Am
I'll be standin' right here in the rain
           G
You save me and I will save the day 

p.m. - G C  x2

Open chords

G
I got a sweet gig rakin' in the cash with karaoke
C
I get the crowd goin' when I sing the hokey pokey
G
I shake it to the
C
left and then I shake it to the right
G
What's not to love, man I'm on tonight
C
I got the LA stylie with the New York trim
G
Keep my pants so low
C
It's like I'm goin' for a swim
G
I got the Coppertone tan, like in Mexico
C
Well, not now but when I go, yeah 

Palm mute this verse

G
I know you don't see me like a movie star
C
And it can't help much that I don't have no car
G
But you're my favorite thing, by far
C
That's gotta count for something