Amy Winehouse

You Know I'm No Good

Amy Winehouse

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt

You say "why did you do it 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 me down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

Like I knew I wouldI 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 can't get joy

Thinking on you in the final throes

This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chips and pitta

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 you I was 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 soak my feet

Then you notice a likkle carpet burn

My stomach drop 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 you I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told you I was troubled

Yeah, you know that I'm no good