You Know I'm No Good

Amy Winehouse

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard,
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 me down like Roger Moore

I've 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 throws,
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say "well we married cause you're not bitter"
there'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I've 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're on the seat,
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice a little carpet burn,
My stomach dropped and my guts churned,
You shrug and it's the worst,
Who truly stuck the knife at first

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

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