You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say "What did you do with him today?"
And sniffed 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 men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you 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 on you in the final throne
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
You say, "When we 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
Oh, like I knew, like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
I told you I was trouble
Oh yeah, you know that I'm no good



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Writer(s): Amy Winehouse
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