The Loudmouth Protestant

October 24, 2007

I Couldn’t Resist

Filed under: entertainment,music,randomness — nickisym @ 9:48 pm
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As many of you know, I am a Amy Winehouse fan. Okay, maybe you don’t because I’ve never really called myself one until this day, but I believe that I am at this moment. I can’t deny her talent although I feel terribly sad that she has fallen on such utterly hard times. I purchased her first CD entitled “Frank” on Sunday afternoon and I have been unable to stop playing it since. In my opinion it is much better than the second CD because love is her vice instead of alcohol. In homage to that, I wanted to post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs from the album. I consider it a tale of lifestyles of the loose and famous and it is probably the funniest song I’ve heard in a while. Check it out:

F Me Pumps
Amy Winehouse

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.

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 your 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 Jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your f me pumps



  1. If you have not done so already, keep her on your prayer list.

    Comment by Harlem Esquire — November 3, 2007 @ 2:13 pm | Reply

  2. very interesting, but I don’t agree with you

    Comment by Idetrorce — December 15, 2007 @ 11:34 am | Reply

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