lördag 31 mars 2012

F*** ME PUMPS


When you walk in the bar
and you're dressed like a star
And the men notice you
and you're gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he's lookin to

'Cause you all look the same
Everyone knows you're 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,they don't do nothing 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,if you got past one night
But that part never goes right

In the mornin' you're vexed,he's onto the next
And you didn't even get no text
Don't be to upset if they call you a skank
'Cause like 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,they 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
With your big empty purse,every week it gets worse
At least your breasts costs more than hers

You did Miami,'cause you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane
You did too much dope,met somebody
and spent the night gettin' cane

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

Don't be mad at me,'cause you're pushin' thirty
And your old tricks no longer works
You should have known from the jump,that you always get dumped

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