amy winehouse

Amy Winehouse   

You know I'm no good

2006 "Back To Black" © Island

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

You say why did you do it with him today?

And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy

Hand me your Stella and fly

By the time I'm out the door

You tear me down like roger moor

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told yaw, I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,

He's in the place, but I can't get joy,

Thinking of you in the final throws,

This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter

You say when we're married cause you're not bitter

There'll be none of him no more

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told yaw, I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion,

Jamaica

and Spain

We're like how we were again

I'm in the tub you're on the seat

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn

My stomach drops and my guts churn

You shrug and it's the worst

To truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would

I told yaw I was trouble; you know that I'm no good

I cheated myself, like I knew I would

I told yaw I was trouble, yeah yaw know that I'm no good