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from Amy Winehouse - Frank [Deluxe Edition] (2003)
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 |
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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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