Lyrics: AMY WINEHOUSE "FUCK ME PUMPS" (0/2)

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When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star

When you walk in the bar,

Rockin' your F me pumps

And you're dressed like a star,

And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew

Rockin' your F me pumps.

Can't tell who he's lookin' to

And the man notice you,

'Cause you all look the same everyone knows your name

With your Gucci bag crew,

And that's your whole claim to fame

Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

Never miss a night 'cause your dream in life

Is to be a footballers wife

'Cause you all look the same,

Everyone knows your name,

You don't like players that's what you say-a

And that's you whole claim to fame.

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

You don't like ballers they don't do nothing for ya

Never miss a night,

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

'Cause your dream in life,

Is to be a footballers wife.

You're more than a fan lookin' for a man

But you end up with one-nights-stands

You don't like players,

He could be your whole life if you got past one night

That's what you say-a,

But that part never goes right

But you really wouldn't

mind a millionaire.

In the morning you're vexed he's onto the next

And you didn't even get no text

You don't like ballers,

Don't be too upset if they call you a sket

They don't do nothing for ya,

'Cause like the news everyday you get pressed

But you'd love a rich man six

foot two or taller.

You don't like players that's what you say-a

But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

You're more than a fan,

Or them big ballers don't do nothing for ya

Lookin' for a man,

But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

But you end up with one-nights-stands.

You can't sit down right 'cause you jeans are too tight

He could be your whole life,

And your lucky its ladies night

If you got past one night,

With your big empty purse every week it gets worse

But that part never goes right.

At least your breasts cost more than hers

In the morning you'll vex,

So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free

He's onto the next,

But somehow you missed the plane

And you didn't even get no taste.

You did too much E, met somebody

And spent the night getting caned

Don't be too upset,

If they call you a sket,

Without girls like you there'd be no fun

'Cause like the news

We'd go to the club and not see anyone

everyday you get pressed.

Without girls like you there's no nightlife

All those men just go home to their wives

You don't like players,

That's what you say-a,

Don't be mad at me 'cause your pushing thirty

But you really wouldn't

And your old tricks no longer work

mind a millionaire.

You should have known from the jump that you always get dumped

So dust off your fuck me pumps

Or them big ballers,

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 you jeans are too tight,

And you're lucky its 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,

Cuz 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...

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