F**k Me Pumps (Live From Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London, 2007)

When you walk in the bar
And you're dressed like a star
Rockin' your "eff me" pumps
And a man notice you with your Gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he looking to

'Cause you all look the same, everyone knows your name
And that's your whole claim to fame
You never miss a night, 'cause your dream in life
Is to be a footballer's wife

You don't like players
That's what you say
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
Don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller

You'rе more than a fan lookin' for a man
But you end up with one-night stands
Hе could be your whole life if you got past one night
But that part never goes right

In the morning, you're vexed, haha
He's on to the next
And, and you didn't even get no text
So don't be too upset when they call you a sket
'Cause like the news, every day, you get pressed

You don't like players
That's what you say
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
All them big ballers
Don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six-foot-two or taller

You can't sit down right 'cause your jeans are too tight
And you're lucky it's ladies' night
So with your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breast cost more than hers

So you did Miami 'cause you got there for free
But somehow, you missed the plane
You did too much E
You met somebody and you spent the night getting caned

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

Now don't be mad at me 'cause you're pushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work
Yeah, you should have known from the jump
That you always get dumped
So dust off your "fuck me" pumps