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Lyrics by: Amy Winehouse
# Debut Chart
78 Mar '07 Hot 100
87 Mar '07 R&B
77 Mar '08 Hot 100


Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard, 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 Hear me, you're Stella and fly By the time I'm out the door You tear men down like Roger Moore [CHORUS] 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 your 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

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[repeat CHORUS] Yeah, yeah, yo, a yo I knew you was trouble When I first laid eyes on you Temperature so hot The heat just rise with you Lemme ride with you Talk about your mistakes You cheated yourself But these are the breaks And it'll never be the same again 'Cause of old boy but, oh, boy Together we make so much joy In the sands And, oh, what a web we weave But you played me so I had To roll up my sleeves And hunt you down Holding the next man's stacks Now you sorry and trying To bring that old thing back Act like we can rekindle that flame It's a shame How you can't get me off the brain He that lame You love how I bring the pain Got them rug burns stinging And you saying my name Say my name, uh That's right, I'm high post Get the champagne, love Word up, we gonna toast [repeat CHORUS] 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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