When you walk in the bar
And you dressed like a star
Rockin' your Fuck me pumps.
And the men notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
'Cuz you all look the same
Every-one knows your name
And that's you
Whole claim to fame.
Ne-ver miss a night
'Cuz your dream in life
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really
Wouldn't mind
A million-aire.
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
Look-in' for a man
But you end up
With one-nights-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 up-set
If they call you a skank
'Cuz 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 million-aire.
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
'Cuz you jeans are too tight
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts
Cost more than hers.
So you did Mia-mi
'Cuz you got there for free
But somehow you
Missed the plane.
You did too much E
Met somebo-dy
And spent the night
Getting caned.
Without girls like you
There'd be no fun
We'd go to the club
And not see any-one.
Without girls like you
There's no night-life
All those men just
Go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me
'Cuz you're pushing thirty
And your old tricks
No longer work.
You should have known
From the job
That you always get dumped
So dust off your
Fuck me pumps.
Fin