Fuck Me Pumps

[Verse 1]
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When you walk   in the bar  
           Bm7b5          Dm7b5/E
And you're dressed like a star   
Am7          Bm/D     G
Rockin' your "eff me" pumps
      Cmaj7b5       F#aug          Bm7b5     Dm7b5/E
And a man    notice you  with your Gucci bag crew
      Am7      Bm/D         G
Can't tell who he's looking to
           Cmaj7b5         F#aug      Bm7b5           Dm7b5/E
'Cause you all    look the same, everyone  knows your name
    Am7               Bm/D     G
And that's your whole claim to fame
  Cmaj7b5       F#aug
Never    miss a night,
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'cause your dream in life
      Am7      Bm/D      G
Is to be a footballer’s wife
               Am
You don't like players

[Chorus]
                D
That's what you say
        G                            C
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
               Am
You don't like ballers
                      D
They don't do nothing for ya
          G                             C
But you'd love a rich man sixfoottwo or taller

[Verse 2]
       Cmaj7b5       F#aug   Bm7b5      Dm7b5/E
You're more   than a fan  lookin' for a man
        Am7         Bm/D     G
But you end up with onenight stands
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He could be     your whole life if you got  past one night
    Am7       Bm/D       G
But that part never goes right
       Cmaj7b5         F#aug
In the morning, you're vexed
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He's on   to the next   
    Am7         Bm/D       G
And you didn't even get no text
      Cmaj7b5      F#aug        Bm7b5      Dm7b5/E
Don't be     too upset  if they call you a sket
                Am7    Bm/D
'Cause like the news, every day,
       G
you get pressed
               Am
You don't like players

[Chorus]
                D
That's what you say
        G                            C
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
             Am
All them big ballers
                 D
Don't do nothing for ya
          G                             C
But you'd love a rich man sixfoottwo or taller

[Verse 3]
    Cmaj7b5         F#aug
You can't  sit down right,
            Bm7b5         Dm7b5/E
'cause your jeans are too tight
        Am7        Bm/D    G
And you lucky it's ladies' night
          Cmaj7b5      F#aug
With your big    empty purse
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Every week it gets worse  
   Am7               Bm/D           G
At least your breast cost more than hers
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So you did    Miami,  'cause you got  there for free
     Am7      Bm/D           G
But, somehow, you missed the plane
    Cmaj7b5         F#aug
You did    too much E    
Bm7b5      Dm7b5/E    Am7            Bm/D       G
Met  somebody     and spent the night    getting caned

[Bridge]
        Am
Without girls like you,
              D
there'd be no fun
        G                          C
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
        Am
Without girls like you,
           D
there's no night life
G                                   C
All those men just go home to their wives

[Outro]
      Cmaj7b5       F#aug              Bm7b5       Dm7b5/E
Don't be     mad at me   'cause you're pushing thirty
         Am7        Bm/D       G
And your old tricks no  longer work
                Cmaj7b5         F#aug
You should have known  from the jump 
         Bm7b5      Dm7b5/E
That you always get dumped 
   Am7      Bm/D        G
So dust off your fuck me pumps