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Amy Winehouse
Amy Winehouse


Background information
Birth name Amy Jade Winehouse
Born September 14, 1983
Born place London, England
Genre(s) Ska
Swing
Doo-wop
Funk
Jazz
R&B
Soul
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) Island Records
Universal Republic Group
Lioness Records
Website Website



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Amy Winehouse Album


Back To Black (10/30/2006)
10/30/2006
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They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no
Yes I been blind but when I come back no, no, no
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
They just tried to make me go to rehab but I wouldn't go, go, go

I'd rather be at home with Ray
I ain't got seventy days
Cos there's nothing, nothing you can teach me
But I can learn from Mr. Hathaway

I didn't get a lot in class
But I know we don't come in a short glass

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no
Yes I been blind but when I come back no, no, no
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
They just tried to make me go to rehab but I wouldn't go, go, go

The man said why do you think you're here?
I said I got no idea
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near
He said I just think you're depressed
Kiss me, yeah baby, and go rest

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no
Yes I been blind but when I come back oh no, no, no

I don't ever wanna drink again
I just, ooh I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I've gone mad

And it's not just my pride
It's just till these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab but I said no, no, no
Yes I been blind but when I come back oh no, no, no
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks I'm fine
They just tried to make me go to rehab but I wouldn't go, go, go

. . .


Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do 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 can't 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 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 ya, I was troubled
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're 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
You know that I'm no good

. . .


Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me
And 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 list
Plus 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 Brixton
Nobody 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 Jew
But I could swear that we were through (we were through)
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do

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

. . .


When will we get the time to be just friends?
It’s never safe for us, not even in the evening
‘Cos I’ve been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It’s always dangerous when everybody’s sleeping
And I’ve been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?

When will we get the time to be just friends?
When will we get the time to be just friends?

And no I’m not ashamed, but the guilt will kill you
If she don’t first
I’ll never love you like her
Though we need to find the time
To just do this shit together
Before it gets worse
I wanna touch you
But that just hurts

When will we get the time to be just, just friends?
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends?
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends?
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends?
Just friends

. . .


He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....

I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

. . .


All 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 shade
My 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,

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,

So we are history,
YOUR shadow covers me
The 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 shade
My 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,

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown,
And it's OK,
My deep shade,
My tears dry.

. . .


It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

This face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams seizes my guts
He floods me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone

. . .


If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow

We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen floor
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach standing still
Like you're reading my will
He still stands in spite of what his scars say
I'll battle till this bitter finale
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case

Yes my man is fighting some unholy war
And I will stand beside you
Who you fighting for
B - I would have died too
I'd of liked to
If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
If my man was fighting

. . .


He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on but noone's home
She's so vacant Her soul is taken
He is what she's running from
How can he have her heart
When it got stole
Though he tries to pacify her
Whats inside her never dies
Even if she's content in his warmth
She gets pained with urgency
Urgent kisses
The miss misses
The man that he longs to be
Now how can he have her heart
When it got stole
So he tries to pass it by
Cause what's inside'll never die
As he tries to pacify her
Cause whats inside her never dies

. . .


Tell your boyfriend
Next time he around
To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down
I wouldn't care if brave would give me some more
I'd rather him leave you than leave him my draw
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotsta call the green man
So I can get mine
And you get yours

Once is enough
To make me attached
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I'll check him at the door make sure he got green
I'm tighter than airport security teams
When you smoke all my weed man
You gotsta call the green man
So I can get mine
And you get yours

I'm my own man
So when will you learn
That you got a man but I gots to burn
Don't make no difference if I end up alone
I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown
Its got me addicted
Does more than any dick did.

Yeah I can get mine and you get yours
Yeah I can get mine and you get yours

. . .


For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I’m rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

. . .


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