Fuck Me Pumps Ukulele Chords

[Verse 1]
         Bsus4       Bm7
When you walk in the bar
        Dm             Fm6
And you dressed like a star
C             Bm   G
Rockin' your F me pumps
 
        Bsus4      Bm7
And the men notice you
          Dm        Fm6
With your Gucci bag crew
      C             Bm      G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to
 
         Bsus4        Bm7
Cuz you all look the same
      Dm             Fm6
Every-one knows your name
    C                Bm       G
And that's you whole claim to fame
 
   Bsus4      Bm7
Ne-ver miss a night
     Dm            Fm6
Cuz your dream in life
      C         Bm      G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife
 
 
[Chorus 1]
               Am
You don't like players
                D
That's what you say-a
        G
But you really
                        C
Wouldn't mind a million-aire
               Am
You don't like ballers
                      D
They don't do nothing for ya
          G
But you'd love a rich man
C
Six foot two or taller
 
 
 
[Verse 2]
       Bsus4       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
         Bsus4         Bm7
He could be your whole life
       Dm           Fm6
If you got past one night
    C         Bm         G
But that part never goes right
       Bsus4          Bm7
In the morning you're vexed
     Dm       Fm6
He's onto the next
        C           Bm     G
And you didn't even get no taste
      Bsus4     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
 
 
 
[Chorus 2]
               Am
You don't like players
                D
That's what you say-a
        G
But you really
                        C
Wouldn't mind a million-aire
               Am
You don't like ballers
                      D
They don't do nothing for ya
          G
But you'd love a rich man
C
Six foot two or taller
 
 
 
[Verse 3]
    Bsus4          Bm7
You can't sit down right
         Dm            Fm6
Cuz you jeans are too tight
         C         Bm     G
And your lucky its ladies night
          Bsus4     Bm7
With your big empty purse
      Dm           Fm6
Every week it gets worse
   C
At least your breasts
Bm              G
Cost more than hers
 
       Bsus4   Bm7
So you did Mia-mi
         Dm            Fm6
Cuz you got there for free
    C           Bm         G
But somehow you missed the plane
    Bsus4        Bm7
You did too much E
Dm          Fm6
Met somebo-dy
    C
And spent the night
Bm       G
Getting caned
 
 
 
[Chorus 4]
        Am
Without girls like you
              D
There'd be no fun
     G
We'd go to the club
                C
And not see any-one
        Am
Without girls like you
                 D
There's no night-life
          G
All those men just
                 C
Go home to their wives
 
 
[Verse 4]
      Bsus4     Bm7
Don't be mad at me
            Dm      Fm6
Cuz you're pushing thirty
         C
And your old tricks
   Bm     G
No longer work
                Bsus4
You should have known
         Bm7
From the job
         Dm         Fm6
That you always get dumped
   C             Bm      G
So dust off your fuck me pumps
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