R.I.P. Amy Winehouse...

Curiosamente ontem me senti inspirado a postar uma musica da Amy.
Hoje fico sabendo que ela nos deixou... - Rest In Peace Amy!!!
Talentosa e incompreendida, o mundo perde com a sua partida...



Amy Winehouse (youtube)

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to...

I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black,
I go back to
I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black...
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FUCK ME PUMPS...

Amy Winehouse (youtube)

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 balers,

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 cane.

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 man just go home to their wives.

Don't be mad at me,

Cuz your brushing 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...
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Composição: Amy Winehouse / Salaam Remi

Amy, Amy, Amy...

Amy Winehouse (youtube)

Attract me

'til it hurts to concentrate

Distract me

stops me doing work I hate

and just to show him how it feels

I walk past his desk in heels

one leg resting on a chair

from the side he pulls my hair

Although I've been here before

He's just too hard to ignore

Masculine you spin a spell

I think you'd wear me well

Where's my moral parallel?

It takes me

half an hour to write a verse

He makes me

imagine it from bad to worse

My weakness for the other sex

every time his shoulders flex

way the shirt hangs off his back

my train of thought spins right off track

Although I've been here before

He's just too hard to ignore

Masculine he spins a spell

I think he'd wear me well

so where's my moral parallel?

His own style

right down to his Diesel jeans

Immobile

I can't think by any means

Underwear peeks out the top

I'll let you know when you should stop

from the picture my mum drew

I know I'd look good on you

Although I've been here before

You're just too hard to ignore

Masculine you spin a spell

I think you'd wear me well

so where's my moral parallel?

Creative energy abused

all my lyrics go unused

but when I clock black hair, blue eyes

a teardrop I fantasise

Although I've been here before

He's just too hard to ignore

Masculine he spins a spell

I think he'd wear me well

so where's my moral parallel?

Although I've been here before

He's just too hard to ignore

Masculine he spins a spell

I think he'd wear me well

so where's my moral parallel?

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