| 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 |