Текст песни Amy Winehouse - Me And Mr Jones (Fuckery)
Amy Winehouse - Me And Mr Jones (Fuckery) слова песни
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)