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Tortilla chips are on my lips
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And no one's pressed Against my hips
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Bad beat poet late at night
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The city gets bright I can't see
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The neon lights don't work on me
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I am no watcher in the fight
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
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(same chords than 1st verse)
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If sex was love I'd be so set
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
You take me places and you make cool faces when our sex erases
the lonely past and
You found me when I was first and ten against eleven men who could kick
my ass
But anyway, it's probably gonna pass
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