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Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good
Author And Composer: Amy Winehouse
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Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
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Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
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You say, "What did you do with him today?"
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And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
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'Cause you're my fella, my guy
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hand me your Stella and fly
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By the time I'm out the door
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you tear men down like Roger Moore
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I cheated myself like I knew I would
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I told you, I was trouble
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you know that I'm no good
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Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
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He's in a place but I can't get joy
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Thinking on you in the final throes
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This is when my buzzer goes
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Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
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You say, "When we married", 'cause you're not bitter
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There'll be none of him no more
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I cried for you on the kitchen floor
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I cheated myself like I knew I would
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I told you, I was trouble
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you know that I'm no good
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Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain
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We're like how we were again
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I'm in the tub, you on the seat
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Lick your lips as I soak my feet
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And then you notice likkle carpet burns
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My stomach drop and my guts churn
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You shrug and it's the worst
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Who truly stuck the knife in first
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I cheated myself like I knew I would
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I told you, I was trouble
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you know that I'm no good
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I cheated myself like I knew I would
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I told you, I was trouble
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you know that I'm no good
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