Fuck Me Pumps chords by Amy Winehouse

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*from 'Frank' (2004)*


Verse 1:

         Fm6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
G
 Rockin' your F me pumps.
        Fm6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
      G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
         Fm6
'Cuz you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
    G
And that's you whole claim to fame.
   Fm6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
      G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.

Chorus 1:

               D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
        C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
               D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
          C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.

Verse 2:

       Fm6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
        G
But you end up with one-night-stands.
         Fm6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
    G
But that part never goes right.
       Fm6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
        G
And you didn't even get no taste.
      Fm6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
              G
'Cuz like the news; every-day you get pressed.

Chorus 2:

               D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
        C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
               D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
          C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.

Verse 3:

    Fm6
You can't sit down right, 'cuz you jeans are too tight,
         G
And your lucky it's ladies night.
          Fm6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
   G
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
       Fm6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cuz you got there for free,
    G
But somehow, you missed the plane.
    Fm6
You did too much E;  met somebo-dy,
    G
And spent the night getting caned.

Chorus 4:

        D
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
     C
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
        D
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
          C
All those men just go home to their wives.

Verse 4:

      Fm6
Don't be mad at me, 'cuz you're pushing thir-ty,
         G
And your old tricks no longer work.
                Fm6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
   G
So dust off your fuck me pumps.


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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  C

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 x24452  x24232  xx0231  1x0110  032010

   D

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 x24432  320003  x02210  xx0232


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007