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 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-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 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
Cuz your brushing 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

~ por victorhugoblog em Junho 30, 2008.