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Di Winehouse, Smith

AMY WINEHOUSE

Your neighbors were screaming
I don’t have a key for downstairs
So I punched all the buzzers
Hoping you wouldn’t be there

And now my head’s hurting
You say I always get my own way
But you were in the shower when I got there
And I’d have wanted to stay
But I got nothing to say

You were so beautiful before today
And then I heard what you 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’s not me, you know me
Feel so fucking angry
Don’t wanna be reminded of you
But when I left my shit in your kitchen
I said goodbye to your bedroom
That smelled of you…