Karaoké You Know I'm No Good Amy Winehouse

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt

You say "What did you do with him today?"

And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cos 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

You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy

He's in the place but I can't get 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" 'cos 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 I soap my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn

My stomach drops 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 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