Amy Winehouse – 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
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that´s you whole claim to fame
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers 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-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 taste
Don´t be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz 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
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,
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 Miami,
Cuz 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 job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps