Winehouse - Back To Black Me & Mr. Jones Lyrics
Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of f***ery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick)
And thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (ah)
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
Ruler's 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 f***ery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean d___ to me (d___ to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?
What kind of f***ery 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, nine and fourteen
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
Yeah (me and Mr. Jones)
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