When you walk in the bar
And you're dressed like a star
Rockin' your F me pumpsAnd the men 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 you whole claim to fameNever miss a night
'Cause your dream in life
Is to be a footballer's wifeYou don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaireYou don't like ballers
They don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or tallerYou're more than a fan
Lookin' for a man
But you end up with one-nights-standsHe could be your whole life
If you got past one night
But that part never goes rightIn the morning you're vexed
He's onto the next
And you didn't even get no textDon't be too upset
If they call you a sket
'Cause like the news everyday you get pressYou don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaireOr them big ballers
Don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or tallerYou can't sit down right
'Cause you jeans are too tight
And your lucky it's ladies nightWith your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hersSo you did Miami
'Cause you got there for free
But somehow you missed the planeYou did too much E
Met somebody
And spent the night getting caneWithout girls like you
There'd be no fun
We'd go to the club and not see anyoneWithout girls like you
There's no nightlife
All those man just go home to their wivesDon't be mad at me
'Cause your pushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer workYou should have known from the job
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps
Composição: Amy Winehouse / Salaam Remi.
