Sunday Song Lyric:
Amy Winehouse received six nominations for tonight's Grammy Awards, more than any other artist save Kanye West. Still, most speculation has focused not on whether she will win any Grammys, but whether she'd be able to show up and perform at the 50th Anniversary show as scheduled. Coming out of rehab (despite her cries she won't go, go, go), Winehouse was initially denied a visa to enter the U.S. due to "use and abuse of narcotics." A visa was finally obtained at the last minute, but too late for her to make the trip. So now the troubled and talented singer is slated to perform via satellite.
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heardHere are the full lyrics, and the video.
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good.