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Lyricist: Amy Winehouse
Lyrics:
When you walk in the bar,
And you're dressed like a star,
Rockin your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Cant tell who hes lookin to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And thats your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You dont like players,
Thats what you say-a,
But you really wouldnt mind a millionaire.
You dont like ballers,
They dont do nothing for ya,
But youd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
Youre 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 youre vexed,
Hes onto the next,
And you didnt even get no text.
Dont be too upset,
If they call you a sket,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You dont like players,
Thats what you say-a,
But you really wouldnt mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Dont do nothing for ya.
But youd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You cant 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 caned.
Without girls like you,
Thered be no fun,
Wed go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
Theres no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Dont be mad at me,
Cuz your 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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