Non avendo praticamente più a che fare con il mondo della musica da parecchi mesi (se non per qualche esibizione live) è attualmente in programmazione su molte reti musicali questo singolo di Amy Winehouse, "F*** me pumps" (ascolta).Questo singolo non ha nulla di inedito, infatti appartiene all'album "Frank", uscito nel 2003. però lo stile della cantante c'è tutto, insomma sarà davvero apprezzato ai fans di quest'artista dal modo di fare inconfondibile.
Il titolo della canzone si riferisce nient'altro che alla denominazione inglese che hanno le classiche scarpe col tacco, in questo caso tacchi alti, nella canzone solitamente usati da ragazze di facili costumi.
Nel video potete anche notare in che condizioni era qualche anno fa, prima di entrare nel tunnel degli stravizi, insomma un piccolo momento nostalgia, sperando che arrivi un giorno in cui riusciremo a vedere quest'artista davvero meritevole di nuovo in forma.
Amy WinehouseTesto | Lyrics
When you walk in the bar
And you're 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
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 footballer's 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-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 onto the next
And you didn't even get no text
Don't be too upset
If they call you a sket
'Cause 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
'Cause your jeans are too tight
And you're lucky it's ladies' night
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hers
So you did Miami
'Cause 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
'Cause you're pushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work
You should have known from the jump
That you'd always get dumped
So dust off your f*** me pumps
When you walk in the bar
And you're 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
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 footballer's 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-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 onto the next
And you didn't even get no text
Don't be too upset
If they call you a sket
'Cause 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
'Cause your jeans are too tight
And you're lucky it's ladies' night
With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hers
So you did Miami
'Cause 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
'Cause you're pushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work
You should have known from the jump
That you'd always get dumped
So dust off your f*** me pumps
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