Amy WinehouseBack to BlackRehab

You know I’m no goodBack to BlackMe and Mr. JonesTears dry on their ownSome Unholy WarHe can only hold herUni

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Me And Mr Jones Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's meAnd Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery is this?You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)Can't believe you played me out like that (Ahhh)

No you ain't worth guest listPlus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this

Rulers one thing but come BrixtonNobody stands in between me and my man'Cause it's me and Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery are we?Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)I might let you make it up to me (make it up)Who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?Side from Sammy you're my best black JewBut I could swear that we were through (we were through)I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr Destiny 9 and 14Nobody stands in between me and my man'Cause it's Me and Mr JOnes (Me and Mr Jones)

Back to BlackHe left no time to regretKept his dick wetWith his same old safe betMe and my head highAnd my tears dryGet on without my guyYou went back to what you knewSo far removed from all that we went throughAnd I tread a troubled trackMy odds are stackedI’ll go back to blackWe only said good-bye with wordsI died a hundred timesYou go back to her

And I go back to.....I go back to usI love you muchIt’s not enoughYou love blow and I love puffAnd life is like a pipeAnd I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls insideWe only said goodbye with wordsI died a hundred timesYou go back to herAnd I go back toBlack, black, black, black, black, black, black,I go back toI go back to

We only said good-bye with wordsI died a hundred timesYou go back to herAnd I go back to

He can only Hold herHe can only hold her for so longThe lights are on but noone’s homeShe’s so vacant Her soul is takenHe thinks what she’s running fromHow can he have her heartWhen it got stoleThough he tries to pacify herWhats inside her never dies

Even if she’s content in his warmthShe gets pained with urgencyUrgent kissesThe miss missesThe man that he longs to beNow how can he have her heartWhen it got stoleSo he tries to pass it byCause what’s inside’ll never diesAs he tries to pacify herCause whats inside her never dies

As he tries to pacify herCause whats inside her never dies

Tears dry on their ownAll I can ever be to you,Is a darkness that we knew,And this regret I had to get accustomed to,Once it was so right,When we were at our high,Waiting for you in the hotel at night,I knew I hadn’t met my match,But every moment we could snatch,I don’t know why I got so attached,It’s my responsibility,And you don’t owe nothing to me,But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I’m grown,And in this grey, in this blue shadeMy tears dry on their own,

I don’t understand,Why do I stress A man,When there’s so many better things at hand,We could a never had it all,We had to hit a wall,So this is inevitable withdrawal,Even if I stop wanting you,A Perspective pushes thru,I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon,

I shouldn’t play myself again,I should just be my own best friend,Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men,

So we are history,YOUR shadow covers meThe sky above,A blaze only that lovers see

He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I’m grown,And it’s OK,In this blue shadeMy tears dry on their own,

I wish I could SAY no regrets,And no emotional debts,And as we kiss goodbye the sun sets,So we are history,

The shadow covers me,The sky above a blaze that only lovers see,

He walks away,The sun goes down,He takes the day but I’m grown,And it’s OK,In this blue Shade,My tears dry on their own,

Some Unholy WarIf my man was fightingSome unholy warI would be behind himStraight shook up beside himWith strength he didn’t knowIt’s you I’m fighting forHe can’t lose with me in towI refuse to let him goAt his side and drunk on prideWe wait for the blow

We put it in writingBut who you writing forJust us on kitchen floorJustice done,Reciting my stomach standing stillLike you’re reading my willHe still stands in spite of what his scars sayI’ll battle till this bitter finaleJust me, my dignity and this guitar case

Yes my man is fighting some unholy warAnd I will stand beside youWho you fighting forB - I would have died tooI’d of liked toIf my man was fightingSome unholy warIf my man was fighting

You know I’m no goodMeet 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 likkle 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 wouldI told you I was trouble,You know that I’m no good,.

RehabThey tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know knowI ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine

He’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

I’d rather be at home with rayI ain’t got seventy daysCause there’s nothingThere’s nothing you can teach meThat I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway

I didn’t get a lot in classBut I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know knowI ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fineHe’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go

The man said ‘why do you think you here’I said ‘I got no ideaI’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my babyso I always keep a bottle near’He said ‘I just think you’re depressed,this me, yeah baby, and the rest’

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know know

I don’t ever wanna drink againI just ooh I just need a friendI’m not gonna spend ten weekshave everyone think I’m on the mend

It’s not just my prideIt’s just ‘til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said ‘no, no, no’Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know know knowI ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fineHe’s tried to make me go to rehab but I won’t go go go