Cifras para Violão Fuck Me Pumps

Tom:  C
                  
B4
               
Bm7
 
When you walk in the bar,
                
Dm
                        
Fm6
 
And you dressed like a star,
C
                        
Bm
    
G
 
             
F
 me
                
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
 
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