Magazine - Testo e Accordi

Mim

Mim                   Sim                     La
Right this way, the room's full to burst
Mim               Sim                   La
Whatever you say, gotta quench that thirst

Mim
I've got a little secret for you
Sim             La
It's in a magazine
Mim
You've got an image to keep safe
Sim                     La
And bitten nails stay clean (Yeah!)

Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol

Sol                                       Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist
Sol                                  Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)
Sol                                     Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
It takes a full lip, to run a tight ship
Sol
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist

Sol  Mim (x4)

           Mim
Flash your winning smile
         Sim              La
Let your eyes work the room
                 Mim
These people are here for you
           Sim                  La
You're the bride, you're the groom

Mim
I've got a little secret for you
Sim             La
It's in a magazine
Mim
You've got an image to keep safe
Sim                     La
And bitten nails stay clean (Yeah!)

Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol

Sol                                       Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist
Sol                                  Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)
Sol                                     Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
It takes a full lip, to run a tight ship
Sol
And took the lighters, with a clenched fist

Sol    Mim
Sol    Mim
        yeah!
Sol    Mim
Sol    Mim
        You took the lighters
Sol    Mim
Sol    Mim
Sol    Mim
Sol    Mim

Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol x2
Sol     Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh

Sol                                   Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
Take on the liars, with a clenched fist
Sol                                  Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
Top up on healing, just gag a witness (Ohh)
Sol                                    Sim La Sim Fa#m La Sol
It takes a fat lip, to run a tight ship
Sol                                      Sim La              Sim Fa#m
I took the lighters, you're making 'em sad, You're making 'em sad

                 La   Sol
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a thing
                    Sim La
You're making 'em sad
                    Sim Fa#m
You're making 'em sad
                     La Sol
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a thing
                    Sim La
You're making 'em sad
                    Sim Fa#m
You're making 'em sad
                     La Sol
You don't mean a thing
You don't mean a
Don't mean a
                Sim La
Don't mean a thing
                   Sim Fa#m
You don't mean a thing

Sol  Mim x8