You Know I'm No Good

Wanda Jackson

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    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 all day?
    And spit 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 you I was trouble
    You know that I'm no good

    I'm upstairs with my ex boy
    He's at my place, but I can't get joy
    Thinkin' of you but no one knows
    This is when my buzzer goes

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    Run out to meet you, chips and pita
    You say when we're married 'cause you're not bitter
    There'll be none of him no more
    And 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 soak my feet

    Then you notice a carpet burn
    My stomach drops, my guts churn
    You shrug and it's the worst
    Who really 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

    I told you I was trouble
    Yeah, you know that I'm no good

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    Composición: Amy Winehouse

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