F me pumps
i love this song by amy winehouse titled f**k me pumps, but trying to retain a little prudish dignity because it was expected of me,i'd bite my tongue a thousand times before blurting the title out and quickly explaining that its not what it sounds like. luckily for me my friend van saved me all the drama when he gave me a well digested lessons of the 40s explaining to me 'fuck me pumps' means a 'high heeled, ankle strapped woman's shoes circa 1940s causing one to walk in a pronounced, seductive, strutting motion, made popular by actress Joan Crawford', well that was a relief, i can imagine how much those in the know loved to see me squirm when i tried to talk about one of my favorite songs. the song goes like this
When you walk in the bar, And you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F 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, Everyone knows your name, And that's your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night, Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
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, Lookin' 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 taste.
Don't be too upset, If they call you a skank, Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers, 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 Miami, Cuz you got there for free, But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E, Met somebody, And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you, There'd be no fun, We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you, There's no nightlife, 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
doesnt it just remind you of at least one person in your circle, i could tick of at least a dozen of names in relation to this song. sadly thats what our society has turned us into, especially where so much is expected of you if you want to be in the in crowd...young girls sleeping with old men or sometimes rich young married ones just to get a pass to the 'in' party and well say to your friends "i slept with p", what an achievement for them, or to buy herself a fendi b, cos suddenly the whole fashion scence sees it as a crime not to spot one.i see them on nights i bother myself with hanging out, they're there in lacasa, you can spot them in baccus, newscafe....name the hot spots in town. its pathetic really.
forget the message amy sends in the song though, i think shes got exceptional talent, cant get enough of her, i listen to the whole frank album over and over again. you should too. ciaociao!
When you walk in the bar, And you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F 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, Everyone knows your name, And that's your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night, Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
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, Lookin' 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 taste.
Don't be too upset, If they call you a skank, Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers, 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 Miami, Cuz you got there for free, But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E, Met somebody, And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you, There'd be no fun, We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you, There's no nightlife, 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
doesnt it just remind you of at least one person in your circle, i could tick of at least a dozen of names in relation to this song. sadly thats what our society has turned us into, especially where so much is expected of you if you want to be in the in crowd...young girls sleeping with old men or sometimes rich young married ones just to get a pass to the 'in' party and well say to your friends "i slept with p", what an achievement for them, or to buy herself a fendi b, cos suddenly the whole fashion scence sees it as a crime not to spot one.i see them on nights i bother myself with hanging out, they're there in lacasa, you can spot them in baccus, newscafe....name the hot spots in town. its pathetic really.
forget the message amy sends in the song though, i think shes got exceptional talent, cant get enough of her, i listen to the whole frank album over and over again. you should too. ciaociao!
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