Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard<br />
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt<br />
You say why did you do it with him today?<br />
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray<br />
<br />
&#39;Cause you&#39;re my fella, my guy<br />
Hand me your stella and fly<br />
By the time I&#39;m out the door<br />
You tear me down like Roger Moore<br />
<br />
I &lt;strong&gt;cheated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;] myself<br />
Like I knew I would<br />
I told you, I was trouble<br />
You know that I&#39;m no good<br />
<br />
Upstairs in bed, with my ex-boy,<br />
He&#39;s in the place, but I can&#39;t get joy,<br />
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes<br />
<br />
Run out to meet your chips and pitta<br />
You say when we&#39;re married &#39;cause you&#39;re not bitter<br />
There&#39;ll be none of him no more<br />
I cried for you on the kitchen floor<br />
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&quot;You Know I&#39;m No Good&quot; - Amy Winehouse<br />
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