You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
You rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say, "What did you do it with him today?"
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella my guy
Share me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
Your tear me 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 a place, but I get no joy
Thinking of you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pita
You said when we marry
'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 you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

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 soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
You drop me stuck dead, the knife in first

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good



Credits
Writer(s): Amy Winehouse
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