Intro 1
Dm Dm Dm Dm
Strofa 1
Dm Gm
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
A7 Dm
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
Dm Gm
You say, "Why did you do it with him today?"
A7 Dm
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Pre-Ritornello 1
Gm
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
E7
Hand me your Stella and fly
F
By the time I'm out the door
E7 A7
You tear men down like Roger Moore
Ritornello 1
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was troubled
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Strofa 2
Dm Gm
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
A7 Dm
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Dm Gm
Thinking of you in the final throes
A7 Dm
This is when my buzzer goes
Pre-Ritornello 2
Gm
Run out to meet you, chips and pita
E7
You say, "When we married"
'Cause you're not bitter
F
There'll be none of him no more
E7 A7
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
Ritornello 2
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was troubled
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Interludio 1
Drums and horns
Dm Am E7 Am
Strofa 3
Dm Gm
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
A7 Dm
We're like how we were again
Dm Gm
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
A7 Dm
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Pre-Ritornello 3
Gm
Then you notice likkle carpet burn
E7
My stomach drops, and my guts churn
F
You shrug and it's the worst
E7 A7
Who truly stuck the knife in first?
Ritornello 3
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was troubled
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was troubled
E7 Am
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Finale 1
Dm Am E7 Am
Repeat and fade
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say "what did you do it 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 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
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 your chips and pita
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 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 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 troubled
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Dall'album
Back to Black
Amy Winehouse · 2006 · Track 2