Amy Winehouse - Back To Black

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

You love blow and I love puff

I died a hundred times

And I go back to black

Kept his dick wet

You go back to her

And I tread a troubled track

I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

He left no time to regret

And life is like a pipe

We only said goodbye with words

We only said goodbye with words

With his same old safe bet

I go back to... us

I love you much

It's not enough

Rolling up the walls inside

And I go back to

My odds are stacked

And my tears dry

You went back to what you knew

Get on without my guy