We kiss, his mouth, my mouth We love, 'til we just go south He left me a note outside the door Said, "You ain't no kind of girl for a whore"
(No good, no good, no good) (No good, no good, no good) amy winehouse you know im no good
'Cause you're my fella, my guy You hand me your Stella and fly By the time I'm out the door You tear me down like Roger Moore We kiss, his mouth, my mouth We love,
I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good my mouth We love
I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good