Fuck Me Pumps Amy Winehouse
...f**k ME PUMPS... by Amy Winehouse
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*from 'Frank' (2004)*
Verse 1:
When you [Bsus4]walk in the [Bm7]bar, and you [Dm]dressed like a [Fm6]star,
[C] Rockin' your [Bm]F me [G]pumps.
And the [Bsus4]men notice [Bm7]you, with your [Dm]Gucci bag [Fm6]crew,
Can't [C]tell who he's [Bm]lookin' [G]to.
'Cuz you [Bsus4]all look the [Bm7]same; every-[Dm]one knows your [Fm6]name,
And [C]that's you whole [Bm]claim to [G]fame.
Ne-[Bsus4]ver miss a [Bm7]night, 'cuz [Dm]your dream in [Fm6]life,
Is to [C]be a foot-[Bm]ballers [G]wife.
Chorus 1:
You don't like [Am]players, that's what you [D]say-a,
But you [G]really wouldn't mind a million-[C]aire.
You don't like [Am]ballers, they don't do nothing [D]for ya,
But you'd [G]love a rich man, [C]six feet two or taller.
Verse 2:
You're [Bsus4]more than a [Bm7]fan, look-[Dm]in' for a [Fm6]man,
But you [C]end up with [Bm]one-night-[G]stands.
He could [Bsus4]be your whole [Bm7]life, if you [Dm]got past one [Fm6]night,
But [C]that part [Bm]never goes [G]right.
In the [Bsus4]morning you're [Bm7]vexed, he's [Dm]onto the [Fm6]next,
And you [C]didn't even [Bm]get no [G]taste.
Don't [Bsus4]be too up-[Bm7]set, if they [Dm]call you a [Fm6]skank,
'Cuz like the [C]news; every-[Bm]day you get [G]pressed.
Chorus 2:
You don't like [Am]players, that's what you [D]say-a,
But you [G]really wouldn't mind a million-[C]aire.
You don't like [Am]ballers, they don't do nothing [D]for ya,
But you'd [G]love a rich man, [C]six feet two or taller.
Verse 3:
You [Bsus4]can't sit down [Bm7]right, 'cuz you [Dm]jeans are too [Fm6]tight,
And your [C]lucky it's [Bm]ladies [G]night.
With your [Bsus4]big empty [Bm7]purse, every [Dm]week it gets [Fm6]worse,
At [C]least your breasts [Bm]cost more than [G]hers.
So you [Bsus4]did Mia-[Bm7]mi, 'cuz you [Dm]got there for [Fm6]free,
But [C]somehow, you [Bm]missed the [G]plane.
You [Bsus4]did too much [Bm7]E; [Dm]met somebo-[Fm6]dy,
And [C]spent the night [Bm]getting [G]caned.
Chorus 4:
Without [Am]girls like you, there'd be no [D]fun;
We'd [G]go to the club, and not see any-[C]one.
Without [Am]girls like you, there's no night-[D]life,
All those [G]men just go home to their [C]wives.
Verse 4:
Don't [Bsus4]be mad at [Bm7]me, 'cuz you're [Dm]pushing thir-[Fm6]ty,
And your [C]old tricks [Bm]no longer [G]work.
You should have [Bsus4]known from the [Bm7]job, that you [Dm]always get [Fm6]dumped;
So [C]dust off your [Bm]f**k me [G]pumps.
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6] [C] [Bm] [G] [Am] [D]
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