Amy Winehouse You Know Im: No Good ((top))

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

Then you notice little carpet burns My thumbprint on the corner of the curb Oh, you say, "Please, what did you do?" He walks away, my tears come through

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt Your rolled-up sleeves in 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 You hand me your Stella and fly By the time I'm out the door You tear me down like Roger Moore

We kiss, his mouth, my mouth We love, 'til we just go south He left me a note outside the door Said, "You ain't no kind of girl for a whore"