Fuck Me Pumps accordi

         Si4       Sim7          Rem             Fam6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
Do             Sim   Sol
 Rockin' your F me pumps.
        Si4      Sim7            Rem        Fam6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
      Do             Sim      Sol
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
         Si4        Sim7         Rem             Fam6
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
    Do                Sim       Sol
And that's you whole claim to fame.
   Si4      Sim7         Rem            Fam6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
      Do         Sim      Sol
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.


               Lam                       Re
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
        Sol                              Do
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
               Lam                             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.


       Si4       Sim7       Rem        Fam6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
        Do           Sim        Sol
But you end up with one-night-stands.
         Si4         Sim7          Rem           Fam6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
    Do         Sim         Sol
But that part never goes right.
       Si4          Sim7         Rem       Fam6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
        Do           Sim     Sol
And you didn't even get no taste.
      Si4     Sim7          Rem         Fam6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
              Do           Sim          Sol
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.


               Lam                       Re
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
        Sol                              Do
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
               Lam                             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.


    Si4          Sim7             Rem            Fam6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
         Do          Sim     Sol
And your lucky it's ladies night.
          Si4     Sim7          Rem           Fam6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
   Do                  Sim             Sol
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
       Si4   Sim7          Rem            Fam6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
    Do            Sim         Sol
But somehow, you missed the plane.
    Si4        Sim7 Rem         Fam6
You did too much E;  met somebo-dy,
    Do               Sim      Sol
And spent the night getting caned.


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


      Si4     Sim7             Rem           Fam6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
         Do          Sim        Sol
And your old tricks no longer work.
                Si4          Sim7           Rem         Fam6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
   Do             Sim      Sol
So dust off your fuck me pumps.