jueves, 18 de diciembre de 2008

You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff 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 me down like roger moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

Amy Winehouse

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