[Verse]
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
F# Fm C#
Rockin' your B me pumps.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
F# Fm C#
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
F# Fm C#
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
F# Fm C#
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
[Chorus]
D#m G#
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
C# F#
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
D#m G#
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
C# F#
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
F# Fm C#
But you end up with one-night-stands.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
F# Fm C#
But that part never goes right.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
F# Fm C#
And you didn't even get no taste.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
F# Fm C#
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
[Chorus]
D#m G#
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
C# F#
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
D#m G#
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
C# F#
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
F# Fm C#
And your lucky it's ladies night.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
F# Fm C#
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
F# Fm C#
But somehow, you missed the plane.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
F# Fm C#
And spent the night getting caned.
[Chorus]
D#m G#
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
C# F#
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
D#m G#
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
C# F#
All those men just go home to their wives.
[Verse]
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
F# Fm C#
And your old tricks no longer work.
Fsus4 Fm7 G#m Bm6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
F# Fm C#
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
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