Fuck Me Pumps

Amy Winehouse
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Accordi Fuck Me Pumps

            
When you walk in the bar 
                              
and you're dressed like a star
              
Rockin' your F me pumps
                          
And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew
                                 
Can't tell who he's lookin' to
                    
Cause you all look the same 
             
everyone knows your name
                           
And that's your whole claim to fame
                      
Never miss a night cause your dream in life
                    
Is to be a footballer's wife

                                    
You don't like players that's what you say-a
                                  
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
               
You don't like ballers 
                      
they don't do nothing for ya
                                       
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

                  
You're more than a fan  lookin' for a man
                        
But you end up with one-night stands
                 
He could be your whole life 
             
if you got past one night
                   
But that part never goes right
                         
In the morning you're vexed he's onto the next
                     
And you didn't even get no text
                            
Don't be too upset if they call you a sket
                             
'Cause like the news everyday you get pressed

                                    
You don't like players that's what you say-a
                                  
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
               
You don't like ballers 
                      
they don't do nothing for ya
                                       
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

             
You can't sit down right 
                   
'cause your jeans are too tight
                        
And you're lucky it's ladies' night
                         
With your big empty purse every week it gets worse
                                
At least your breasts cost more than hers
               
So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free
                      
But somehow you missed the plane
               
You did too much E,      met somebody
                      
And spent the night getting caned

                                  
Without girls like you there'd be no fun
                                
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
                               
Without girls like you there's no nightlife
                                 
All those men just go home to their wives
 
                         
Don't be mad at me 'cause you're pushing thirty
                        
And your old tricks no longer work
                         
You should have known from the jump
               
That you'd always get dumped
                   
So dust off your fuck me pumps
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