Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate, Distract me, stop me doing work I hate Just to show him how it feels; I walk past his desk in heels One leg resting on the chair From the side he pulls my hair.
Amy Amy Amy Although I've been here before Amy Amy Amy He's just too hard to ignore Masculine you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Amy Amy Amy Where's my moral parallel?
It takes me half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad to worse My weakness for the other sex Every time his shoulders flex The way the shirt hangs off his back My train of thought spins right off track
His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans Immobile, I can't think by any means Underwear peeks out the top I'll let you know when you should stop From the picture my mind drew I know I'd look good on you
Creative energy abused All my lyrics go unused When I clock black hair blue eyes I drift off I fantasize
Today my bird flew away gone to find her big blue jay Starlight before she took flight I sung a lullaby of bird land everynight I sang a lullaby every night sang for my Ava every night.
Ava was the morning, now she's gone she's reborn like Sarah Vaughan In the sanctuary she has found birds surround her sweet sound and Ava flies in paradise and Ava flies in paradise
With dread I woke in my bed to shooting pains up in my head Lovebird, my beautiful bird Spoken 'til one day she couldn't be heard She spoke until one day she coudlnt be heard she just stopped singing
Ava was the morning, now she's gone she's reborn like Sarah Vaughan In the sanctuary she has found birds surround her sweet sound and Ava flies in paradise
Title:"Take The Box" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
Your neighbours were screaming I don't have a key for downstairs, so I punched all the buzzers hoping you wouldn't be there So now my head's hurting You say I always get my own way But you were in the shower when I got there, I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say
Cos you were so beautiful before today But then I heard what you got to 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 is not me...you know me Feel so f*cking angry; don't wanna be reminded of you But when I left my sh*t in your kitchen, I said goodbye to your bedroom it smelled of you
Mr False Pretence, you don't make sense I just don't know you But you make me cry, where's my kiss goodbye? I think I love you
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 Now take it Take the box Just take it, take it Take the box And now just take the box Take the box
Title:"Moody's Mood For Love" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go Pretty baby you are the soul, snaps my control Such a funny thing but everytime your near me I never can behave You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic There's music all around me Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so Baby close to you, turns me into your slave Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to Anything, baby just let me get next to you
So am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes? Bright as stars that shine up above you In the clear blue sky, how I worry bout you Just can't live my life without you Baby come here, don't have no fear Oh, is there wonder why I'm really feeling in the mood for love
So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my head again baby won't you come and put our two hearts together That would make me strong and brave Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid If there's a cloud up above us Go on and let in rain I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane Oh my baby won't you please let me love you and get a release from this awful misery
What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before Don't you understand me, now baby please Pull yourself together, do it very soon My heart's on fire, come on and take I'll be what you make me, my darling
Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me take you by the hand Come let us visit out there In that new promised land
Maybe there we can find A good place to keep a lovin' state of mind I'm so tired of being without it And never knew what love was all about James Moody would you come on hit me, you can blow now if you want to, I'm through
Title:"You Send Me Flying" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
Lent you outsiders and my new Badu while you were thinking, you didn't have a clue tough to sort files with your voice in my head So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro red so now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes
And although my pride is not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me
And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years it just serves to bludgeon my futile tears And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase So now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face And the melodramas of my day delivery blows that surpass your rejection it just goes to show a simple attraction that reflects right back to me so I'm not as into you as I appear to be
And although my pride's not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me
His message was brutal but the delivery was kind maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks despite my frustration for the way that he thinks and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect didn't think you get my number down and such but I never hated myself for my age so much
And although my pride's not easily disturbed you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb With you battered jeans and your beastie tee Now I can't work like this with you next to me
Title:"I Heard Love Is Blind" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
I couldn’t resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He’s just not as tall but I couldn’t tell It was dark and I was lying down
You are everything he means nothing to me I can’t even remember his name Why’re you so upset? Baby, you weren’t there and I was thinking of you when I came
What do you expect? You left me here alone I drank so much and needed to touch Don’t overreact I pretended he was you You wouldn’t want me to be lonely
How can I put it so you understand? I didn’t let him hold my hand But he looked like you I guess he looked like you No he wasn’t you But you can still trust me, this ain’t infidelity It’s not cheating you were on my mind
Title:"In My Bed" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
Wish I could say it breaks my heart like you did in the beginning Its not that we grew apart a nightingale no longer singing
Its something I know you cant do seperate sex with emotion I sleep alone the sun comes up your still clinging to that notion
Every thing is slowing down river of no return recognise my every sound there is nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right like 2 ships passing in the night in the night, in the night want the same thing where we lay otherwise mines a different way a different way from where Im going oh, its you again listen this isnt a reunion so sorry if i turn my head yours is a familliar face but that dont make your place safe in my bed my bed my bed
I never thought my memory of what we had could be intruded but I couldnt let it be I needed it as much as you did
Now its not hard to understand why we just speak at night The only time I hold your hand is to get the angle right Everything is slowing down river of no return you recognise my every sound theres nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right like 2 ships passing in the night in the night in the night Want the same thing where we lay otherwise mines a different way a different way from where im going Oh, it's you again listen this isnt a reunion so sorry if I turn my head yours is a familliar face but that dont make your place safe in my bed, my bed, my bed.
Title:"Know You Now" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
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
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
Title:"What it is About Men" Album:"Frank" Artist:"Amy Winehouse"
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 demostrate my Freudian fate My alibi for taking your guy history repeats itself, it fails to die and animal agression 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?
