amy winehouse
you know i m no good
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 Moore I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled 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 throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet your chips and pitter 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 ya I was troubled 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 ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled Yeah, ya know that I'm no good