Текст песни — Me & Mr Jones (Fuckery) — 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 (Ahhh)
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
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 (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who'-s playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery 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 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'-Cause it'-s Me and Mr JOnes (Me and Mr Jones)Слова песни — Me & Mr Jones (Fuckery) — Amy Winehouse