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.