Fuck My Pumps Tab de uke por Amy Winehouse (Acordes Barítonos)

Em                   D
When you walk in the bar
D                     C
And you dressed like a star
C            Bm   G
Rockin' your F me pumps

Em                   D
And the men notice you
D                     C
With your Gucci bag crew

C            Bm             G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to

Em                   D
Cuz you all look the same
D                     C
Everyone knows your name
C                       Bm        G
And that's your whole claim to fame

Em               D
Never miss a night
D                   C
Cuz your dream in life
C              Bm       G
Is to be a footballer's wife

Am
You don't like players
D
That's what you say-a
G                              C
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

Am
You don't like ballers
D
They don't do nothing for ya
G                                         C
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller



Em               D
You're more than a fan
D                   C
Lookin' for a man
C              Bm       G
But you end up with one-nights-stands

Em               D
He could be your whole life
D                   C
If you got past one night
C              Bm       G
But that part never goes right

Em               D
In the morning you're vexed
D                   C
He's onto the next
C              Bm       G
And you didn't even get no text


Em               D
Don't be too upset
D                   C
If they call you a sket
C              Bm       G
Cuz like the news everyday you get press

Am
You don't like players
D
That's what you say-a
G                                       C
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire

Am
Or them big ballers
D
Don't do nothing for ya
G                                          C
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

Em
You can't sit down right
D
Cuz your jeans are too tight
C                     Bm        G
And you're lucky it's ladies night

Em
With your big empty purse
D
Every week it gets worse
C                     Bm              G
At least your breasts cost more than hers

Em
So you did Miami
D
Cuz you got there for free
C               Bm          G
But somehow you missed the plane

Em
You did too much E
D
Met somebody
C              Bm           G
And spent the night getting caned

Am
Without girls like you
D
There'd be no fun
G                                C
We'd go to the club and not see anyone

Am
Without girls like you
D
There's no nightlife
G                                   C
All those men just go home to their wives

Em
Don't be mad at me
D
Cuz you're pushing thirty
C                   Bm        G
And your old tricks no longer work

Em
You should have known from the jump
D
That you always get dumped
C                Bm       G
So dust off your fuck me pumps