Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull tshirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniffed me out like I was tanque
ray
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
moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, Iwas trouble
You know that I'm no
good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He's in a place, but I cant get joy
Thinking of you in the final throws,
this is when my buzzer
goes
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
You say when we're married cause youre 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 ya, Iwas 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 on the seat
Lick your lips as I soap my
feet
Then you notice a little carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst who truly stuck the knife in
first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya Iwas trouble,
you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya Iwas trouble,
yeah ya know that I'm no
good

You
Winehouse,
(c)

You know I'm good
Amy Winehouse
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