Back to Black

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,

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 men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself,

Like I knew I would

I told you, I was trouble

Amy Winehouse

You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy,

he's in a place but I can't give joy

Thinking on you in the final throes,

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,

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 a I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burns,

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 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

Yeah you know that I'm no good