Chords
Fuck Me Pumps

Key: C

Introduction:

difficulty
intermediate |||||
                        B4                 Bm7  
When you walk in the bar,
                     Dm                                 Fm6  
And you dressed like a star,
C                                 Bm      G  
                 Fme  
                     B4              Bm7  
And the men notice you,
                          Dm                    Fm6  
With your Gucci bag crew,
                C                                 Bm              G  
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
                        B4                    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.
        B4              Bm7  
Ne-ver miss a night,
             Dm                              Fm6  
'Cuz your dream in life,
                C                      Bm              G  
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
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.
                  B4                 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.
                        B4                      Bm7  
He could be your whole life,
                  Dm                            Fm6  
If you got past one night,
          C                      Bm                      G  
But that part never goes right.
                  B4                         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.
                B4            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.
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.
          B4                         Bm7  
You can't sit down right,
                        Dm                              Fm6  
'Cuz you jeans are too tight,
                        C                      Bm            G  
And your lucky its ladies night.
                          B4            Bm7  
With your big empty purse,
                Dm                            Fm6  
Every week it gets worse,
        C  
At least your breasts,
Bm                                    G  
  Cost more than hers.
                  B4      Bm7  
So you did Mia-mi,
                        Dm                              Fm6  
'Cuz you got there for free,
          C  
But somehow you,
Bm                         G  
  Missed the plane.
          B4                    Bm7  
You did too much E,
Dm                         Fm6  
  Met somebo-dy,
          C  
And spent the night,
Bm                 G  
  Getting caned.
Without girls like you,
                                     D  
There'd be no fun,
             G  
We'd go to the club,
                     Am  
Without girls like you,
                                             D  
There's no night-life,
                          G  
All those men just,
                                             C  
                B4            Bm7  
Don't be mad at me,
                                Dm              Fm6  
'Cuz you're pushing thirty,
                        C  
And your old tricks,
        Bm            G  
No longer work.
                                          B4  
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.
     B4         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