Fuck Me Pumps chords and lyrics - AMY WINEHOUSE

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[Verse 1]
When you [Bm]walk in the [F#aug]bar
And you [Dm]dressed like a [Fm]star
[C]Rockin' your [D]F me p[G]umps
And the [Bm]men notice y[F#aug]ou
With your [Dm]Gucci bag [Fm]crew
Can't [C]tell who [D]he's lookin' [G]to

[Verse 2]
'Cause you [Bm]all look the [F#aug]same
Every[Dm]one knows your [Fm]name
And [C]that's your whole [D]claim to [G]fame
Nev[Bm]er miss a n[F#aug]ight
'Cause [Dm]your dream in [Fm]life
Is to [C]be a [D]footballer's [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 [D]nothing for ya
But you'd [G]love a rich man six foot two or [C]taller

[Verse 3]
You're [Bm]more than a [F#aug]fan
Look[Dm]in' for a [Fm]man
But you [Am]end up with [D]one night [G]stands
He could [Bm]be your whole l[F#aug]ife
If you [Dm]got past one [Fm]night
But [Am]that part [D]never goes [G]right

[Verse 4]
In the [Bm]morning you're [F#aug]vexed
He's [Dm]onto the [Fm]next
And [Am]you didn't e[D]ven get no t[G]ext
Don't [Bm]be too ups[F#aug]et
If they [Dm]call you a [Fm]sket
'Cause like the [Am]news
[D]everyday you [G]get 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
All them big [Am]ballers
Don't do [D]nothing for ya
But you'd [G]love a rich man six foot two or [C]taller

[Verse 5]
You [Bm]can't sit down [F#aug]right
'Cause your [Dm]jeans are too [Fm]tight
And you're [Am]lucky it's [D]ladies [G]night
With your [Bm]big empty [F#aug]purse
Every [Dm]week it gets [Fm]worse
At [Am]least your breasts [D]cost more than [G]hers

[Verse 6]
So you [Bm]did Mia[F#aug]mi
'Cause you [Dm]got there for f[Fm]ree
But [Am]somehow [D]you missed the [G]plane
You [Bm]did too much E[F#aug]
[Dm]Met some[Fm]body
And [Am]spent the [D]night [G]getting caned

[Chorus 3]
Without [Am]girls like you
There'd be no [D]fun
We'd go [G]to the club and not see any[C]one
Without [Am]girls like you
There's no [D]nightlife
[G]All those men just go home to their [C]wives

[Verse 7]
Don't [Bm]be mad at me[F#aug]
'Cause you're [Dm]pushing thirty
And your [Am]old tricks [D]no longer [G]work
You should have [Bm]known from the [F#aug]jump
That you [Dm]always get dumped
So [Am]dust off your [D]fuck [G]me pumps