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[Intro] Em [Verse 1]
Em                   Bm                     A
Right this way, the room's full to burst

Em               Bm                   A
Whatever you say, gotta quench that thirst
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
I've got a little secret for you

Bm            A
It's in a magazine

Em
You've got an image to keep safe

Bm                     A
And bitten nails stay clean (Yeah!)
[Instrumental] Bm A Bm F#m A G [Chorus]
G                                       Bm A Bm F#m A G
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist

G                                  Bm A Bm F#m A G
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)

G                                     Bm A Bm F#m A G
It takes a full lip, to run a tight ship

G
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist
[Instrumental] G Em (x4) [Verse 2]
           Em
Flash your winning smile

         Bm              A
Let your eyes work the room

                 Em
These people are here for you

           Bm                  A
You're the bride, you're the groom
[Pre-Chorus]
Em
I've got a little secret for you

Bm            A
It's in a magazine

Em
You've got an image to keep safe

Bm                     A
And bitten nails stay clean (Yeah!)
[Instrumental] Bm A Bm F#m A G [Chorus]
G                                       Bm A Bm F#m A G
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist

G                                  Bm A Bm F#m A G
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)

G                                     Bm A Bm F#m A G
It takes a full lip, to run a tight ship

G
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist
[Instrumental] G Em 
G    Em
        yeah!
G Em
G    Em
        You took the lighters
G Em G Em G Em G Em [brief pause] Bm A Bm F#m A G x2
G     Bm A Bm F#m A G
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
[Chorus/Outro]
G                                   Bm A Bm F#m A G
Take on the liars, with a clenched fist

G                                  Bm A Bm F#m A G
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)

G                                    Bm A Bm F#m A G
It takes a fat lip, to run a tight ship

G                                      Bm A              Bm F#m
I took the lighters, you're making 'em sad, You're making 'em sad

                 A   G
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a thing
                    Bm A
You're making 'em sad

                    Bm F#m
You're making 'em sad

                     A G
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a thing
                    Bm A
You're making 'em sad

                    Bm F#m
You're making 'em sad

                     A G
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a Don't mean a
                Bm A
Don't mean a thing

                   Bm F#m
You don't mean a thing
G Em x8