Charlie Says

E  Em(maj7)      A              E
Tortilla chips  are on my  lips
     Em(maj7)           A         
And no one's   pressed    Against 
           E
my hips
Em(maj7)           A           E
Bad beat poet late at night
             E  Em(maj7)    E  

Em(maj7)

E     Em(maj7)    A               E
The city gets bright I can't see
   Em(maj7)       A               
The neon lights don't work on me
    E

  Em(maj7)        A               
I am no watcher in the   fight
E     E   Em(maj7)  E   Em(maj7)

Bm       G               Bm     
 Charlie says nobody's   got the
             G                  Bm
 strange and hidden power      and
                G                  
No one is really beautiful They're 
     Bm              G       Bm  
all just  mediocre  men of the 
    G  F#
hour

E   Em(maj7) x 2
(same chords than 1st verse)
E Em(maj7)            A         
  If sex was love I'd be so set
    E

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 I'd know the most that we could get
 I never had the tits and ass
 To go and take a master class
 Charlie says nobody's got the 
strange and hidden power and
 No one is really beautiful
 They're all just mediocre men of 
the hour
 Mediocre models of the hour
 Mediocre men
 Mediocre men
        A                       B 
        You take me places and you
                    C              
 make cool faces when our sex 
     D
erases
the lonely past and
  A                     B         
You found me when I was first and 
       C                          
ten  against eleven men who could 
D
kick
my ass
        C#m              F#m      
But anyway, it's probably     
  Am          E     Em(maj7)      
gonna pass
E   Em(maj7)

                 I do not know but 
it's been said
                 The hero Hogan was 
found dead
                 With something 
wrapped around his head
                 The price he paid 
was more than bread
                 Charlie's says 
nobody's got the strange and 
hiddenpower and
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 They're all just 
mediocre men of the hour
                 They're all just 
mediocre jokers of the hour
                 If what you're 
looking for is an action star
                 I'm a superstar 
stud with a formula car
                 And cleft in my 
chin and a facial scar, movin' hard
                 If a squeaky wheel 
gets the grease
                 I'm a road hog 
Harley on my hands and my knees
                 I'm begging for 
your love please
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 No one is really 
beautiful
                 They're all just 
mediocre men of the hour
                 Mediocre men of the
 hour
                 Mediocre models of 
the hour