There are many things that could be said about Amy Winehouse. She was certainly a train wreck and her life ended much earlier than it should have as a result of her lifestyle and addictions. Conversely, she was a talented singer and may have had other redeeming qualities.

I found this song to be absolutely hilarious and enlightening for a few reasons. In just a few lyrics it touches on many of the RP concepts and many of the entitlement demands that is so common in dating and on-line dating (Dual Mating, Cock Carousel riding, entitlement princess, Materialism, Chasing Chad, Damaged Goods, Attention Whore, and Tramp).

I considered writing up a commentary, but have decided that I would rather post the link and the lyrics in an open format in order to open up the commentary/conversation about a particular song that was written and released in 2004. This is not the forum to bash and ridicule the deceased performer.

With that being said, Ready 3, 2, 1....DISCUSS!

Fuck Me Pumps by Amy Winehouse

Lyrics:

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

'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 always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps