current mood : EVIL
I remember one song from Amy which is very funny. I don't mean to be rude. I just fallen with the lyric and the song and Amy's voice, but especially the lyric. PRICELESS! Ames, you did such a great job! Ch Ch Check this one out!
When you walk in the bar and you 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 you 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,
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,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big balers, 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 you 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.
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 just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me, cuz your brushing thirty,
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.
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 you 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,
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,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big balers, 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 you 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.
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 just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me, cuz your brushing thirty,
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.
update #1:
wonder who I dedicated this song to? Hmm.. Well, no no, empty those negative thoughts! I'm just loving the song (and the lyric). Fabulous! Don't ya think? :P
update #2:
I'm glad that I'm not the girl that Amy's been talkin' about
wonder who I dedicated this song to? Hmm.. Well, no no, empty those negative thoughts! I'm just loving the song (and the lyric). Fabulous! Don't ya think? :P
update #2:
I'm glad that I'm not the girl that Amy's been talkin' about
