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Tom: Bm

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

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