Fuck Me Pumps chords by Amy Winehouse (Ver. 2)

*from 'Frank' (2004)*


Verse 1:

     Bsus4    Bm7
When you walk in the bar,
    Dm       Fm6
And you dressed like a star,
C       Bm  G
 Rockin' your F me pumps.

    Bsus4   Bm7
And the men notice you,
     Dm    Fm6
With your Gucci bag crew,
   C       Bm   G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

     Bsus4    Bm7
'Cuz you all look the same,
   Dm       Fm6
Every-one knows your name,
  C
And that's you,
   Bm    G
Whole claim to fame.

  Bsus4   Bm7
Ne-ver miss a night,
   Dm      Fm6
'Cuz your dream in life,
   C     Bm   G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.

Chorus 1:

        Am
You don't like players,
        D
That's what you say-a,
    G
But you really,
Wouldn't mind,
     C
A million-aire.

        Am
You don't like ballers,
They don't do,
    D
Nothing for ya,
     G
But you'd love a rich man,
C
 Six foot two or taller.

Verse 2:

    Bsus4    Bm7
You're more than a fan,
   Dm    Fm6
Look-in' for a man,
    C
But you end up,
   Bm     G
With one-nights-stands.

     Bsus4     Bm7
He could be your whole life,
    Dm      Fm6
If you got past one night,
  C     Bm     G
But that part never goes right.

    Bsus4     Bm7
In the morning you're vexed,
   Dm    Fm6
He's onto the next,
    C
And you didn't even,
Bm   G
 Get no taste.

   Bsus4   Bm7
Don't be too up-set,
    Dm     Fm6
If they call you a skank,
       C
'Cuz like the news,
   Bm     G
Every-day you get pressed.

Chorus 2:

        Am
You don't like players,
        D
That's what you say-a,
    G
But you really,
Wouldn't mind,
     C
A million-aire.

        Am
You don't like ballers,
They don't do,
    D
Nothing for ya,
     G
But you'd love a rich man,
C
 Six foot two or taller.

Verse 3:

  Bsus4     Bm7
You can't sit down right,
     Dm      Fm6
'Cuz you jeans are too tight,
     C     Bm   G
And your lucky its ladies night.

     Bsus4   Bm7
With your big empty purse,
   Dm      Fm6
Every week it gets worse,
  C
At least your breasts,
Bm       G
 Cost more than hers.

    Bsus4  Bm7
So you did Mia-mi,
     Dm      Fm6
'Cuz you got there for free,
  C
But somehow you,
Bm     G
 Missed the plane.

  Bsus4    Bm7
You did too much E,
Dm     Fm6
 Met somebo-dy,
  C
And spent the night,
Bm    G
 Getting caned.

Chorus 4:

    Am
Without girls like you,
       D
There'd be no fun,
   G
We'd go to the club,
        C
And not see any-one.

    Am
Without girls like you,
         D
There's no night-life,
     G
All those men just,
         C
Go home to their wives.

Verse 4:

   Bsus4   Bm7
Don't be mad at me,
      Dm   Fm6
'Cuz you're pushing thirty,
     C
And your old tricks,
  Bm   G
No longer work.

        Bsus4
You should have known,
     Bm7
From the job,
     Dm     Fm6
That you always get dumped,
  C
So dust off your,
Bm    G
 Fuck me pumps.


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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 Bsus4  Bm7   Dm   Fm6   C

 EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
 x24452 x24232 xx0231 1x0110 032010

  Bm    G   Am   D

 EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
 x24432 320003 x02210 xx0232


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)