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