Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard,
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt,
You say "Why 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 men down like Roger Moore

I 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 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 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 likkle carpet burns,
My stomach drops 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 trouble
You know that I´m no good







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You Know I´m No Good
에이미 와인하우스 (Amy Winehouse)