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Fuck Me Pumps

Amy Winehouse

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   Verse 1:  
When you walk in the bar  
And you dressed like a star  
Rockin' your <u>F</u> me pumps.  
And the men notice you  
With your Gucci bag crew  
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.  
'Cuz you all look the same  
Every-one knows your name  
And that's you  
Whole claim to fame.  
Ne-ver miss a night  
'Cuz your dream in life  
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.  
You don't like players  
That's what you say-a  
But you really  
Wouldn't mind  
A million-aire.  
You don't like ballers  
They don't do  
Nothing for ya  
But you'd love a rich man  
Six foot two or taller.  
Verse 2:  
You're more than a fan  
Look-in' for a man  
But you end up  
With one-nights-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 up-set  
If they call you a skank  
'Cuz like the news  
Every-day you get pressed.  
You don't like players  
That's what you say-a  
But you really  
Wouldn't mind  
A million-aire.  
You don't like ballers  
They don't do  
Nothing for ya  
But you'd love a rich man  
Six foot two or taller.  
Verse 3:  
You can't sit down right  
'Cuz 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 hers.  
So you did Mia-mi  
'Cuz you got there for free  
But somehow you  
Missed the plane.  
You did too much E  
Met somebo-dy  
And spent the night  
Getting caned.  
Without girls like you  
There'd be no fun  
We'd go to the club  
And not see any-one.  
Without girls like you  
There's no night-life  
All those men just  
Go home to their wives.  
Verse 4:  
Don't be mad at me  
'Cuz you're pushing thirty  
And your old tricks  
No longer work.  
You should have known  
From the job  
That you always get dumped  
So dust off your  
Fuck me pumps.

Fuck Me Pumps

Amy Winehouse

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