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You know I'm no good [live] Lyrics
| Song | You know I'm no good [live] |
| Artist | Amy Winehouse |
| Album | I Told You I Was Trouble: Amy Winehouse Live From London |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Amy winehouse | |
| 作词 : Amy winehouse | |
| You Know I'm No Good | |
| 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, | |
| 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 a 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", | |
| 'cause 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 soak 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. |
| zuo qu : Amy winehouse | |
| zuo ci : Amy winehouse | |
| You Know I' m No Good | |
| Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, | |
| Your rolled up sleeves in your skull tshirt, | |
| You say " what did you do with him today?", | |
| And sniffed 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 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 a 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", | |
| ' cause 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 soak 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Amy winehouse | |
| zuò cí : Amy winehouse | |
| You Know I' m No Good | |
| Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, | |
| Your rolled up sleeves in your skull tshirt, | |
| You say " what did you do with him today?", | |
| And sniffed 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 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 a 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", | |
| ' cause 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 soak 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. |
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