Song | You Know That I'm No Good |
Artist | Wanda Jackson |
Album | The Party Ain't Over |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Meet 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 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 trouble, | |
Yeah, you know that I'm no good. |
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, | |
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull tshirt, | |
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 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 trouble, | |
Yeah, you know that I' m no good. |
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, | |
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull tshirt, | |
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 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 trouble, | |
Yeah, you know that I' m no good. |