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Lyrics for You Know I'm No Good By Amy Winehouse 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 Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy He's in the place, but I can't get joy Thinking of you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet your chips and pitter You say when we're 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 ya I was troubled 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're 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 To truly stuck the knife in first I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya I was troubled Yeah, ya know that I'm no good Songwriters: WINEHOUSE, AMY

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Lyrics for You Know I'm No GoodBy Amy WinehouseMeet you downstairs in the bar and heardYour rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirtYou say, "Why did you do it with him today?"And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray'Cause you're my fella, my guyHand me your Stella and flyBy the time I'm out the doorYou tear me down like Roger MooreI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubledYou know that I'm no goodUpstairs in bed with my ex-boyHe's in the place, but I can't get joyThinking of you in the final throesThis is when my buzzer goesRun out to meet your chips and pitterYou say when we're married 'cause you're not bitterThere'll be none of him no moreI cried for you on the kitchen floorI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubledYou know that I'm no goodSweet reunion, Jamaica and SpainWe're like how we were againI'm in the tub, you're on the seatLick your lips as I soak my feetThen you notice little carpet burnMy stomach drops, and my guts churnYou shrug, and it's the worstTo truly stuck the knife in firstI cheated myself Like I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubledYou know that I'm no goodI cheated myself Like I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubledYeah, ya know that I'm no goodSongwriters: WINEHOUSE, AMY