Pumps歌词

Amy Winehouse-Pumps
Written: Salaam Remi & 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 "sket"(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 canned.
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 fxxk me pumps.
For Amy!