Fuck Me Pumps - Live From T In The Park / 2004

Bring the smile back on my face
Quick, there
This is "Fuck Me Pumps"!

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

'Cause you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And that's your whole claim to fame
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-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
Don't do nothin' for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

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

And in the morning you're vexed
He's on to the next
A-and you didn't even get no text
So don't be too upset
When they call you a sket
'Cause, alike the news, every day you get pressed

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
Don't do nothin' 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
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
B-but, somehow, you missed the plane
So 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
And all those men just go home to their wives

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

Thank you!