[Verso 1]
When you walk in the bar
And you’re dressed like a star
Rocking your F-Me-Pumps
And a man notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Can’t tell who he’s looking to
Cause you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And that’s your whole claim to fame
Never miss a night
Cause your dream in life
Is to be a foot-baller’s wife
[Coro]
You don’t like play-ers
That’s what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire
You don’t like ball-ers
They don’t do nothing for ya
But you love a rich man six foot two or tall-er
[Verso 2]
You’re more than a fan
Looking for a man
But you end up with one night 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 on to the next
And you didn't even get no taste
Don’t be too upset
If they call you a sket
Cause like the news every day you get pressed
[Coro]
You don’t like play-ers
That’s what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire
All them big ball-ers
They don’t do nothing for ya
But you love a rich man six foot two or tall-er
[Verso 3]
You can’t sit down right
Because your jeans are too tight
And you lucky it’s ladies' night
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breast cost more than hers
So you did Mi-am-i
Cause you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane
You did too much E
Met some-bod-y
And spent the night getting caned
Without girls like you there’d be no fun
We’d go to the club and not see any-one
Without girls like you there’s no night life
All those men just go home to their wives
Don’t be mad at me
Cause your pushing 30
And your old tricks no longer work
You should have known from the jump
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps
