Amy Winehouse - F*** Me Pumps (Karaoke)

Amy Winehouse - Fuck Me Pumps (Karaoke) | Karaoke | Lyrics | Instrumental For more karaoke instrumental songs with lyrics | Subscribe to MegaKaraokeSongs: 🔔 Make sure to enable ALL push notifications! 🔔 Official MegaKaraokeSongs karaoke instrumental cover of “ __” by ___. | Subscribe to MegaKaraokeSongs: Follow MegaKaraokeSongs: Facebook: Twitter: SoundCloud: Listen To MegaKaraokeSongs On: Bandcamp: Watch More MegaKaraokeSongs: Popular Videos: Latest Uploads: Piano Karaoke: Acoustic Karaoke: High Key Karaoke: Lower Key Karaoke: #MegaKaraokeSongs #Karaoke #Instrumental #lyrics 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 lookin’ 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- 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 morning, you’re vexed, he’s onto the next And you didn’t even get no text Don’t be too upset if 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 With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse At least your breasts cost more than hers So you did Miami ’cause you got there for free But somehow you missed the plane You did too much -, met somebody And 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 nightlife All those men just go home to their wives Don’t be mad at me ’cause you’re pushing 30 And your old tricks no longer work You should have known from the jump That you’d always get dumped So dust off your f- me pumps