Fuck Me Pumps Chords
Fuck Me Pumps by Amy Winehouse is a more advanced guitar song played in the key of Bsus. It uses the chords Bsus4, Bm7, Dm, Fm6, C, Bm, G, F, Am and D. Use the transpose and diagram tools on this page to change the key, see each shape, or simplify the chords.
Verse 1:
Bsus4 Bm7
When you walk in the bar,
Dm Fm6
And you dressed like a star,
C Bm G
Rockin' your F me pumps.
Bsus4 Bm7
And the men notice you,
Dm Fm6
With your Gucci bag crew,
C Bm G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Bsus4 Bm7
'Cuz you all look the same,
Dm Fm6
Every-one knows your name,
C
And that's you,
Bm G
Whole claim to fame.
Bsus4 Bm7
Ne-ver miss a night,
Dm Fm6
'Cuz your dream in life,
C Bm G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
Am
You don't like players,
D
That's what you say-a,
G
But you really,
Wouldn't mind,
C
A million-aire.
Am
You don't like ballers,
They don't do,
D
Nothing for ya,
G
But you'd love a rich man,
C
Six foot two or taller.
Verse 2:
Bsus4 Bm7
You're more than a fan,
Dm Fm6
Look-in' for a man,
C
But you end up,
Bm G
With one-nights-stands.
Bsus4 Bm7
He could be your whole life,
Dm Fm6
If you got past one night,
C Bm G
But that part never goes right.
Bsus4 Bm7
In the morning you're vexed,
Dm Fm6
He's onto the next,
C
And you didn't even,
Bm G
Get no text.
Bsus4 Bm7
Don't be too up-set,
Dm Fm6
If they call you a skank,
C
'Cuz like the news,
Bm G
Every-day you get pressed.
Am
You don't like players,
D
That's what you say-a,
G
But you really,
Wouldn't mind,
C
A million-aire.
Am
You don't like ballers,
They don't do,
D
Nothing for ya,
G
But you'd love a rich man,
C
Six foot two or taller.
Verse 3:
Bsus4 Bm7
You can't sit down right,
Dm Fm6
'Cuz you jeans are too tight,
C Bm G
And your lucky its ladies night.
Bsus4 Bm7
With your big empty purse,
Dm Fm6
Every week it gets worse,
C
At least your breasts,
Bm G
Cost more than hers.
Bsus4 Bm7
So you did Mia-mi,
Dm Fm6
'Cuz you got there for free,
C
But somehow you,
Bm G
Missed the plane.
Bsus4 Bm7
You did too much E,
Dm Fm6
Met somebo-dy,
C
And spent the night,
Bm G
Getting caned.
Am
Without girls like you,
D
There'd be no fun,
G
We'd go to the club,
C
And not see any-one.
Am
Without girls like you,
D
There's no night-life,
G
All those men just,
C
Go home to their wives.
Verse 4:
Bsus4 Bm7
Don't be mad at me,
Dm Fm6
'Cuz you're pushing thirty,
C
And your old tricks,
Bm G
No longer work.
Bsus4
You should have known,
Bm7
From the job,
Dm Fm6
That you always get dumped,
C
So dust off your,
Bm G
Fuck me pumps.