...FUCK ME PUMPS... by Amy Winehouse
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*from 'Frank' (2004)*
Verse
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
[C] [Bm] [G]
Rockin' your F me pumps.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
[C] [Bm] [G]
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
[C] [Bm] [G]
And that's you whole claim to fame.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
[C] [Bm] [G]
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
Chorus
[Am] [D]
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
[G] [C]
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
[Am] [D]
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
[G] [C]
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
Verse
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
[C] [Bm] [G]
But you end up with one-night-stands.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
[C] [Bm] [G]
But that part never goes right.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
[C] [Bm] [G]
And you didn't even get no taste.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
[C] [Bm] [G]
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
Chorus
[Am] [D]
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
[G] [C]
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
[Am] [D]
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
[G] [C]
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
Verse
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
[C] [Bm] [G]
And your lucky it's ladies night.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
[C] [Bm] [G]
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
[C] [Bm] [G]
But somehow, you missed the plane.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
[C] [Bm] [G]
And spent the night getting caned.
Chorus
[Am] [D]
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
[G] [C]
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
[Am] [D]
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
[G] [C]
All those men just go home to their wives.
Verse
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
[C] [Bm] [G]
And your old tricks no longer work.
[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6]
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
[C] [Bm] [G]
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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[Bsus4] [Bm7] [Dm] [Fm6] [C] [Bm] [G] [Am] [D]
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x24452 x24232 xx0231 1x0110 032010 x24432 320003 x02210 xx0232
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)
