Amy Winehouse - Fuck Me Pumps Chords

[Verse 1]
         F#m7b5      F#+          Dm             E+    Am           Dadd6     G    G
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F me pu-umps.
        F#m7b5     F#+          Dm        E+          Am       Dadd6         G  G
And the men notice you, with ya Gucci bag crew, Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
         F#m7b5       F#+         Bm7b5          E+
'Cos you all look the same; ev'ry-one knows your name,
    Am               Dadd6    G   G
And that's you whole claim to fa-ame.
    F#m7b5    F#+         Bm7b5         E+          Am       Dadd6     G   G
Nev-er miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life, Is to be a foot-ball-ers wife.

[Chorus]
               Am     Am                D    D
You don't like players, that's what you sa-ay,
        G               G              C    C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
               Am     Am                      D      D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
          G                G               C        C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or ta-aller.

[Verse 2]
       F#m7b5      F#+       Dm        E+           Am          Dadd6         G   G
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man, But you end up with one-night-sta-ands.
         F#m7b5        F#+          Dm           E+
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
    Am        Dadd6      G    G
But that part never goes right.
       F#m7b5         F#+         Bm7b5    E+        Am              Dadd6  G  G
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next, And you didn't even get no te-ext.
      F#m7b5    F#+          Dm         E+
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a sket,
            Am           Dadd6          G    G
'Cause like the news; ev'ry day you get press.

[Chorus]
               Am                       D
You don't like players, that's what you sa-ay,
        G                              C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
             Am                            D
All them big ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
          G                                C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.

[Verse 3]
    F#m7b5         F#+             Dm            E+
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
         Am         Dadd6     G   G
And your lucky it's ladies ni-ight.
          F#m7b5    F#+          Dm           E+
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
   Am                 Dadd6             G  G
At least your breasts cost more than he-ers.
       F#m7b5  F#+          Bm7b5         E+
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
    Am           Dadd6          G  G
But somehow, you missed the pla-ane.
    F#m7b5       F#+ Bm7b5      E+      Am            Dadd6     G    G
You did too much E;  met somebo-dy, And spent the night getting caned.

[Chorus]
        Am                            D
Without girls like you, there'd be no fu-un;
     G                               C
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
        Am                         D
Without girls like you, there's no night life,
G                                   C
All those men just go home to their wi-ives.

[Outro]
      F#m7b5    F#+             Bm7b5        E+
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
         Am            Dadd6     G  G
And your old tricks no longer wo-ork.
                F#m7b5         F#+            Bm7b5      E+
You should have known from the jump, that you always get dumped;
   Am       Dadd6        G     G
So dust off your f**k me pumps.