You Know I'm No Good

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