“You Know I’m No Good” by Amy Winehouse

I cheated myself, like I knew I would. I told you I was trouble. You know that I’m no good.

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,

You say, “What did you do with him today?”

‘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,

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say, “When we’re married,”
‘Cause you’re not bitter,

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,

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 I soak my feet,
Then you notice little carpet burn,
My stomach drop 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 cheated myself,
Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble,
Yeah, 

CPE

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