Biography:
Amy Jade Winehouse (born 14 September 1983 in Southgate, London, died 23 July 2011 in Camden, London) was an English singer and composer, known for her eclectic mix of various musical genres including soul, jazz, rock 'n' roll and Rhythm and Blues.
Her musical formation went through listening to such jazz legends as Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra and Sarah Vaughan; she was later influenced by contemporary metropolitan popular music as well. She represented a union of these aesthetics: a happy fusion of '40s jazz
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Other songs:
- Back To Black
- Best Friends
- Between The Cheats
- Cupid
- Fuck Me Pumps
- Fuck My Pumps
- He Can Only Hold Her
- Love Is A Losing Game
- Me And Mr Jones
- Me And Mr. Jones
- Moody's Mood For Love
- Our Day Will Come
- Rehab
- Some Unholy War
- Stronger Than Me
- Take The Box
- Tears Dry On Their Own
- There Is No Grater Love
- To Know Him Is To Love Him
- Valerie
- Valerie [best Version]
- Wake Up Alone
- What Is It About Men
- What It Is
- Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
- You Know I'm No Good
- You Know I’m No Good
- You Sent Me Flying
- I Heard Love Is Blind
- You Know I’m No Good
- Addicted
- Best Friend Acoustic
- Brother
- Cherry
- Detachment
- Dont Go To Strangers
- Fly Me To The Moon
- Fools Gold
- Frank
- Half Time
- Help Yourself
- Hey Little Rich Girl
- I Love You More Than Youll Ever Know
- In My Bed
- Just Friends
- Know You Now
- Like Smoke
- Lioness Hidden Treasures
- Monkey Man
- Moodys Mood For Love
- Mr Magic
- October Song
- Procrastination
- Round Midnight
- Tears Dry
- The Girl From Ipanema
- There Is No Greater Love
- Were Still Friends
- When My Eyes
- You Know Im No Good
- You Send Me Flying
- You Should Be Stronger Than Me
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...FUCK ME PUMPS... by Amy Winehouse
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*from 'Frank' (2004)*
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
C Bm G
Rockin' your F me pumps.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
C Bm G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
C Bm G
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
C Bm G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
[Chorus]
Am D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
G C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
Am D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
G C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
C Bm G
But you end up with one-night-stands.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
C Bm G
But that part never goes right.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
C Bm G
And you didn't even get no taste.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
C Bm G
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
[Chorus]
Am D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
G C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
Am D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
G C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
C Bm G
And your lucky it's ladies night.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
C Bm G
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
C Bm G
But somehow, you missed the plane.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
C Bm G
And spent the night getting caned.
[Chorus]
Am D
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
G C
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
Am D
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
G C
All those men just go home to their wives.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
C Bm G
And your old tricks no longer work.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
C Bm G
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6 C Bm G Am D
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x24452 x24232 xx0231 1x0110 032010 x24432 320003 x02210 xx0232
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 ([email protected])
-------------------.................
*from 'Frank' (2004)*
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,
C Bm G
Rockin' your F me pumps.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,
C Bm G
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
'Cos you all look the same; every-one knows your name,
C Bm G
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,
C Bm G
Is to be a foot-ballers wife.
[Chorus]
Am D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
G C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
Am D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
G C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,
C Bm G
But you end up with one-night-stands.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,
C Bm G
But that part never goes right.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,
C Bm G
And you didn't even get no taste.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,
C Bm G
'Cos like the news; every-day you get pressed.
[Chorus]
Am D
You don't like players, that's what you say-a,
G C
But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.
Am D
You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,
G C
But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You can't sit down right, 'cos you jeans are too tight,
C Bm G
And your lucky it's ladies night.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,
C Bm G
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
So you did Mia-mi, 'cos you got there for free,
C Bm G
But somehow, you missed the plane.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You did too much E; met somebo-dy,
C Bm G
And spent the night getting caned.
[Chorus]
Am D
Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;
G C
We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.
Am D
Without girls like you, there's no night-life,
G C
All those men just go home to their wives.
[Verse]
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
Don't be mad at me, 'cos you're pushing thir-ty,
C Bm G
And your old tricks no longer work.
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6
You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;
C Bm G
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
Bsus4 Bm7 Dm Fm6 C Bm G Am D
EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE EADGBE
x24452 x24232 xx0231 1x0110 032010 x24432 320003 x02210 xx0232
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 ([email protected])
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