"You Know I’m No Good (Jo Whiley Live Lounge 2007)"
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and 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
I'm thinking on you in the final throes
And this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and pita
You say, "When we married"
'Cause you're not bitter
"Thеre'll be none of him no morе"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor