D                            C     D                                C
  There's not much going on today.   I'm really bored, it's getting late.
 D                          C     D                           (A#)  (A)  
  What happened to my Saturday?    Monday's coming, the day I hate.

CHORUS:
  F               Em     F              (Em)     
  Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
  D						      G
  He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.   He wouldn't even open up the door.
  D 						   G
  He never made me feel like I was special.  He isn't really what I'm looking for.

D  C-D  D  --  esse último D você desliza no final para a esquerda do violão

                                    C     D                                 C 
  This is where I start to bite my nails.  And clean my room when all else fails.
 D                             C    D                              (A#)  (A)     
  I think it's time for me to bail.  This point of view is getting stale.

CHORUS
      D                  G        D                  G
  Ah ah, ah ah ah  ah ah ah,  ah ah, ah ah ah  ah ah ah
 C   Em    D             G       D        C   Em    D          G       D
  Na na na na na, we've all got choices.   Na na na na, we've all got voices.
 C   Em    D            G             D     C   Em    D         G             D
  Na na na na na, stand up make some noise   Na na na na, stand up make some noise.

CHORUS  -  nesse toca o F, o Em e o 1ºD com batidas rapidas. O Em não é abafado

  D                                             G
  He wasn't what I wanted, what I've got, no.   He wouldn't even open up the door.
  D                                               G
  He never made me feel like I was special.  Like I was special, cuz I was special.
      D                  G        D                  G
  Ah ah, ah ah ah  ah ah ah,  ah ah, ah ah ah  ah ah ah
 C   Em    D
  Na na na na na.