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[Chords] F#m7b5 = Amadd6 F#+ = A#+ = D+ D6 = Bm7 E+ = G#+ = C+ Bm7b5 = Dmadd6 [Verse 1] F#m7b5 F#+ Dm E+ Am Dadd6 G G When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F me pu-umps. F#m7b5 F#+ Dm E+ Am Dadd6 G G And the men notice you, with ya Gucci bag crew, Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
'Cos you F#m7b5all look the F#+same; ev'ry-Bm7b5one knows your E+name, Am Dadd6 G G And that's you whole claim to fa-ame. F#m7b5 F#+ Bm7b5 E+ Am Dadd6 G G Nev-er miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life, Is to be a foot-ball-ers wife.
[Chorus]
You don't like AmplayersAm, that's what you Dsa-ayD, But you Greally wouldn't Gmind a million-Caire.C You don't like AmballersAm, they don't do nothing Dfor ya,D But you'd Glove a rich man, Gsix feet two or Cta-aller.C
[Verse 2] F#m7b5 F#+ Dm E+ Am Dadd6 G G You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man, But you end up with one-night-sta-ands.
He could F#m7b5be your whole F#+life, if you Dmgot past one E+night, Am Dadd6 G G But that part never goes right. F#m7b5 F#+ Bm7b5 E+ Am Dadd6 G G In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next, And you didn't even get no te-ext. Don't F#m7b5be too up-F#+set, if they Dmcall you a E+sket, Am Dadd6 G G 'Cause like the news; ev'ry day you get press.
[Chorus]
You don't like Amplayers, that's what you Dsa-ay, But you Greally wouldn't mind a million-Caire. All them big Amballers, they don't do nothingD for ya, But you'd Glove a rich man, six feet two or Ctaller.
[Verse 3]
You F#m7b5can't sit down F#+right, 'cos you Dmjeans are too E+tight, Am Dadd6 G G And your lucky it's ladies ni-ight. With your F#m7b5big empty F#+purse, every Dmweek it gets E+worse, Am Dadd6 G G At least your breasts cost more than he-ers. So you F#m7b5did Mia-F#+mi, 'cos you Bm7b5got there for E+free, Am Dadd6 G G But somehow, you missed the pla-ane. F#m7b5 F#+ Bm7b5 E+ Am Dadd6 G G You did too much E; met somebo-dy, And spent the night getting caned.
[Chorus]
Without Amgirls like you, there'd be no Dfu-un; We'd Ggo to the club, and not see any-Cone. Without Amgirls like you, there's no Dnight life, GAll those men just go home to their Cwi-ives.
[Outro]
Don't F#m7b5be mad at F#+me, 'cos you're Bm7b5pushing thir-E+ty, Am Dadd6 G G And your old tricks no longer wo-ork. You should have F#m7b5known from the F#+jump, that you Bm7b5always get E+dumped; Am Dadd6 G G So dust off your fuck me pumps.