Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things.
Big Bill Broonzy
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say what did you do it 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 ya, I was trouble You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy, He's in a place, but I cant get joy, Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips 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 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'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 Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good I cheated myself, like I knew I would I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good
You Know I'm No Good lyrics
ReplyDeleteMeet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do it 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 ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He's in a place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips 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 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'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
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good