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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there So now my head's hurting You say I always get my own way But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say Cos you were so beautiful before today But then I heard what you got to say...man that was ugly The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Just take it Take the box Take the box I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me...you know me Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye? I think I love you The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Now take it Take the box Just take it, take it Take the box And now just take the box Take the box Take the box |
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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there So now my head's hurting You say I always get my own way But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say Cos you were so beautiful before today But then I heard what you got to say...man that was ugly The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Just take it Take the box Take the box I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me...you know me Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye? I think I love you The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Now take it Take the box Just take it, take it Take the box And now just take the box Take the box Take the box |
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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there So now my head's hurting You say I always get my own way But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say Cos you were so beautiful before today But then I heard what you got to say...man that was ugly The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Just take it Take the box Take the box I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me...you know me Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye? I think I love you The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Now take it Take the box Just take it, take it Take the box And now just take the box Take the box Take the box |
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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there So now my head's hurting You say I always get my own way But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say Cos you were so beautiful before today But then I heard what you got to say...man that was ugly The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Just take it Take the box Take the box I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me...you know me Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye? I think I love you The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas Put it in the box, put it in the box Frank's in there and I don't care Put it in the box, put it in the box Now take it Take the box Just take it, take it Take the box And now just take the box Take the box Take the box |
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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
Understand once he was a family man
so surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demonstrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy History repeats itself, it fails to die And animal aggression is my downfall I don't care 'bout what you got I wanted all It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing And I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing And I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears for behavioural patters that stick over the years It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my bed and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? My destructive side has grown a mile wide and I question myself again: what is it 'bout men? |
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