作词 : Amy Winehouse

作曲 : 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

'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 the place, but I can't get joy

Thinkin' on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet ya, chips and pita

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 soap my feet

Then you notice likkle carpet burn

My stomach drop 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