Podcast Amy Winehouse 341a14

When you walk in the bar, And you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F me pumps. And the men notice you, With your Gucci bag crew, Can't tell who he's lookin' to. Cuz you all look the same, Everyone knows your name, And that's you whole claim to fame. Never miss a night, Cuz your dream in life, Is to be a footballers wife. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. You don't like ballers, They don't do nothing for ya, But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. You're more than a fan, Lookin' for a man, But you end up with one-nights-stands. He could be your whole life, If you got past one night, But that part never goes right. In the morning you're vexed, He's onto the next, And you didn't even get no taste. Don't be too upset, If they call you a skank, Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed. You don't like players, That's what you say-a, But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. Or them big ballers, Don't do nothing for ya. But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller, You can't sit down right, Cuz you jeans are too tight, And your lucky its ladies night. With your big empty purse, Every week it gets worse, At least your breasts cost more than hers. So you did Miami, Cuz you got there for free, But somehow you missed the plane. You did too much E, Met somebody, And spent the night getting caned. Without girls like you, There'd be no fun, We'd go to the club and not see anyone. Without girls like you, There's no nightlife, All those men just go home to their wives. Don't be mad at me, Cuz you're pushing thirty, And your old tricks no longer work. You should have known from the job, That you always get dumped, So dust off your fuck me pumps

You're just a little boy underneath that hat You need your nerve to hide your ego - don't come with that You think everything is handed to you free But it's not that easy, no I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now and then My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you But I'm not listening to her, mm hm Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you you'll whisk your head back the way it were As you were I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now and then [Ad lib] Oh, I'm not ruling you out I'm just in doubt as to what you say you're all about, yeah I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta show you now and them I gotta know you now and then I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now We may never meet again I gotta know you now We may never meet again

Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu while I was thinking you didn't have a clue tough to sort files with your voice in my head So then I bribed you downstairs with a malboro red so now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes And although my pride is not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase So now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face And the melodramas of my day delivery blows that sur your rejection it just goes to show a simple attraction that reflects right back to me so I'm not as into you as I appear to be And although my pride's not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me His message was brutal but the delivery was kind maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks despite my frustation for the way that he thinks and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect didn't think you get my number down and such but I never hated myself for my age so much And although my pride's not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me

You should be stronger than me You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man, Not pal in comparison to who you think I am, You always wanna talk it through - I don't care! I always have to comfort you when I'm there But that's what I need you to do - stroke my hair! Cos' I've forgotten all of young love's joy, Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy, You should be stronger than me, But instead you're longer than frozen turkey, Why'd you always put me in control? All I need is for my man to live up to his role, Always wanna talk it through - I'm ok, Always have to comfort you every day, But that's what I need you to do - are you gay? I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy He said 'the respect I made you earn - Thought you had so many lessons to learn' I said 'You don't know what love is - get a grip!' - Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime I just wanna rip your body over mine So tell me why you think that's a crime I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy