[Verse]
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
E D#m B
Rockin' your A me pumps.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
E D#m B
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
E D#m B
And that's you whole claim to fame.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
E D#m B
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
[Chorus]
C#m F#
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
B E
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
C#m F#
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
B E
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
E D#m B
But you end up with one-night-stands.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
E D#m B
But that part never goes right.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
E D#m B
And you didn't even get no taste.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
E D#m B
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
[Chorus]
C#m F#
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
B E
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
C#m F#
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
B E
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
E D#m B
And your lucky it's ladies night.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
E D#m B
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
E D#m B
But somehow, you missed the plane.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
E D#m B
And spent the night getting caned.
[Chorus]
C#m F#
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
B E
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
C#m F#
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
B E
All those men just go home to their wives.
[Verse]
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
E D#m B
And your old tricks no longer work.
D#sus4 D#m7 F#m Am6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
E D#m B
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
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