paroles de chanson Me & Mr Jones (Live From Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London, 2007) - Amy Winehouse

Nobody stands in between me and my man
It′s me and Mr. Jones
(Me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig
(Oh, Slick Rick)
You thought I didn't love you when I did
(When I did)
Can′t believe you played me out like that
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 like this (Out)
Rulers 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 fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don′t mean dick to me (Don't mean dick)
I might let you make it up to me (Make it up)
Yeah, baby, who′s playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you?
Beside from Ray Ray you're my best black Jew
(Best black Jew)
But we could swear that we were through
(We were through)
I still 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
Oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
(Thank you)
(Alright, uh, this really is the last one. What we, uh... what we gonna do?
There we go! We have a winner. Fuckin′ hell. Alright, go on, baby)