Fuck Me Pumps - Live From Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London / 2007

When you walk in the bar
And you dressed like a star
Rockin' your F me pumps
And the men notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he's lookin' to

Cuz you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And that's you whole claim to fame
Never miss a night
Cuz your dream in life
Is to be a footballers wife

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
They don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man 6'2 or taller

You're more than a fan
Lookin' for a man
But you end up with one-night-stand
He could be your whole life
If you got past one night
But that part never goes right

In the morning you're vexed
He's onto the next, yeah
And you didn't even get no taste
So don't be too upset
When they call you a skank
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed

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

You can't sit down right cuz
Your jeans are too tight and
Your lucky its ladies night
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hers

So you did Miami
Cuz you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane
You did too much E
Met somebody
And spent the night getting cane

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 nightlife
All those men just go home to their wives

Don't be mad at me
Cuz your brushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work
You should have known from the job
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps