Fuck Me Pumps (MJ Cole Remix)

Fuck Me Pumps (MJ Cole Remix)

Amy Winehouse

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.

'Cause you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
'Cause your dream in life,
Is to be a footballer's 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-night-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,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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,
'Cause you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting cane.

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,
'Cause you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.

Written by REMI, SALAAM/WINEHOUSE, AMY
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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