Fuck Me Pumps – Amy Winehouse canzone pubblicata per la prima volta nell’anno 2003
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Testo della canzone: Fuck Me Pumps – Amy Winehouse
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Fuck Me Pumps – Amy Winehouse Testo:
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 your 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 your jeans are too tight,
And you’re lucky it’s 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 caned.
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 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
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When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
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Rockin' your F me pumps.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
Do Si- Sol
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
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'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
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And that's you whole claim to fame.
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Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
Do Si- Sol
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
Chorus 1:
La- Re
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
Sol Do
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
La- Re
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
Sol Do
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
Verse 2:
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
Do Si- Sol
But you end up with one-night-stands.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
Do Si- Sol
But that part never goes right.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
Do Si- Sol
And you didn't even get no taste.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
Do Si- Sol
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
Chorus 2:
La- Re
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
Sol Do
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
La- Re
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
Sol Do
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
Verse 3:
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
Do Si- Sol
And your lucky it's ladies night.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
Do Si- Sol
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
Do Si- Sol
But somehow, you missed the plane.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
Do Si- Sol
And spent the night getting caned.
Chorus 4:
La- Re
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
Sol Do
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
La- Re
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
Sol Do
All those men just go home to their wives.
Verse 4:
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
Do Si- Sol
And your old tricks no longer work.
Si4 Si-7 Re- Fa-6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
Do Si- Sol
So dust off your fuck me pumps.