Fuck Me Pumps

         B4          Bm7
When you walk in the bar
        Dm             Fm6
And you dressed like a star
C             Bm   G
 Rockin' your F me pumps
        B4         Bm7
And the men notice you
          Dm        Fm6
With your Gucci bag crew
      C             Bm      G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to
         B4           Bm7
'Cuz you all look the same
      Dm             Fm6
Every-one knows your name
    C
And that's you
      Bm       G
Whole claim to fame
   B4         Bm7
Ne-ver miss a night
     Dm            Fm6
'Cuz your dream in life
      C         Bm      G
Is to be a footballers wife
Am
You don't like players
                D
That's what you say-a
        G
But you really
Wouldn't mind
          C
A million-aire
               Am
You don't like ballers
They don't do
        D
Nothing for ya
          G
But you'd love a rich man
C
 Six foot two or taller

       B4          Bm7
You're more than a fan
     Dm        Fm6
Look-in' for a man
        C
But you end up
     Bm         G
With one-nights-stands
         B4            Bm7
He could be your whole life
       Dm           Fm6
If you got past one night
    C         Bm         G
But that part never goes right
       B4             Bm7
In the morning you're vexed
     Dm       Fm6
He's onto the next
        C
And you didn't even
Bm      G
 Get no taste
      B4        Bm7
Don't be too up-set
        Dm         Fm6
If they call you a skank
              C
'Cuz like the news
      Bm          G
Every-day you get pressed

              Am
You don't like players
                D
That's what you say-a
        G
But you really Wouldn't mind
          C
A millionaire
               Am
You don't like ballers
They don't do
        D
Nothing for ya
          G
But you'd love a rich man
C
 Six foot two or taller

    B4             Bm7
You can't sit down right
         Dm            Fm6
'Cuz you jeans are too tight
         C         Bm     G
And your lucky its ladies night
          B4        Bm7
With your big empty purse
      Dm           Fm6
Every week it gets worse
   C
At least your breasts
Bm              G
 Cost more than hers
       B4      Bm7
So you did Mia-mi
         Dm            Fm6
'Cuz you got there for free
    C
But somehow you
Bm          G
 Missed the plane
    B4           Bm7
You did too much E
Dm          Fm6
 Met somebo-dy
    C
And spent the night
Bm       G
 Getting caned

         Am
Without girls like you
              D
There'd be no fun
     G
We'd go to the club
                C
And not see any-one
        Am
Without girls like you
                 D
There's no night-life
          G
All those men just
                 C
Go home to their wives

      B4        Bm7
Don't be mad at me
            Dm      Fm6
'Cuz you're pushing thirty
         C
And your old tricks
   Bm     G
No longer work
                B4
You should have known
         Bm7
From the job
         Dm         Fm6
That you always get dumped
   C
So dust off your
Bm       G
 Fuck me pumps

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