Amy Winehouse You Know Im No Good
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt Your rolled up sleeves and your skull tshirt You say what did you do with him today And sniff 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 would I told ya, I was troubled You know that I m no good Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy Hes in the place, but I can t get joy Thinking of you in the final throws This is when my buzzer goes
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