Les lletres alcohòliques
M'agrada molt escoltar l'Amy Winehouse a l'Ipod. Voltar per Barcelona, anar amb metro a la feina, creuar-me amb pas ferm i ràpid amb la gent pel carrer amb la seva música glamurosa. Fragilitat i poder.You Know I’m No Good
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 cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we're married cause youre 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
Were like how we were again
I'm in the tub youre on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice lickle 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
Amy Winehouse. Back to black.
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