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Fuck Me Pumps

When you walk in the bar

And you 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 you whole claim to fame

Never miss a night

'Cause your dream in life

Is to be a footballer's wifeYou 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 tallerYou'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 rightIn the morning you're vexed

He's onto the next

And you didn't even get no taste

Don't be too upset

If they call you a skank

'Cause like the news everyday you get pressedYou don't like players

That's what you say-a

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

Or them big baller

Don't do nothing for ya

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or tallerYou can't sit down right

'Cause you jeans are too tight

And your lucky its ladies night

With your big empty purse

Every week it gets worse

At least your breasts cost more than hersSo 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 caneWithout 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 wivesDon'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 always get dumped

So dust off your fuck me pumps

Songwriters

AMY WINEHOUSE, SALAAM REMIPublished by

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