آکورد You Know I’m No Good

 Dm                                       Gm            
Meet you downstairs in the bar    and hurt
       A7                                    Dm            
Your   rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
                                                 Gm             
You say “what did you do it with him today?”
 A7                                        Dm             
And sniffed me out like I was Tan-que-ray
 Gm                                          
   ‘Cause you’re my fella, my guy
 E7                                         
    Hand me your Stella and fly
 F                                           
By the time I’m out the door
       E7                        A7                
You tear me down like Rog-er Moore
 Dm                         
       I cheated myself
 Am          E7                 
      Like I knew I would
 Am     Dm                  Am     
        I   told you I was trouble
       E7                             Am 
You know that I’m no good     
 Dm                              Gm           
      Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
 A7                            Dm             
  He’s in a place, but I can’t get joy
                                  Gm             
Thinking on you in the final throes
 A7                    Dm              
This is when my buzzer goes
 Gm                                                      
      Run out to meet your chips and pita
 E7                                        
You say when “we’re married”

‘Cause you’re not bitter
 F                                                
“There’ll be none of him no more”
  E7                          A7                
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
 Dm                          
        I cheated myself
 Am         E7                   Am 
      Like I knew I would         
   Dm                Am       
I told you I was trouble
       E7                                 Am 
You know that I’m no good          
 Dm                            Gm                     
       Sweet reunion, Ja-mai-ca and Spain
 A7                       Dm            
We’re like how we were again
                           Gm            
I’m in the tub, you on the seat
 A7                      Dm               
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
 Gm                                                  
     Then you notice little carpet burn
 E7                                                       
      My stomach drop and my guts churn
 F                                        
You shrug and it’s the worst
       E7                   A7              
Who truly stuck the knife in first
 Dm                        
     I cheated myself
 Am         A7              Am     
     Like I knew I would         
  Dm                 Am        
I told you I was trouble
       E7                           Am 
You know that I’m no good     
 Dm                        
       I cheated myself
 Am           E7                 Am 
        Like I knew I would        
  Dm                 Am       
I told you I was troubled
               E7                             
Yeah, you know that I’m no good
 Am > Dm > Am > E7 > Am *2