Amy Winehouse rocks my socks. Her, voice, her style, her balls to the walls attitude, her messy fucked up-ness. You don’t get a voice filled with soul like that with out having lived a life…without living a life.
She’s got personal problems.. yeah so what, who the fuck doesn’t. I don’t want squeaky clean, pristine, white washed, bullshit in my ear when I’m alone in the dark, contomplating my life. I don’t want homogenised pop music i cant relate to blaring out my car stereo as i blaze down the 101 way over the speed limit on the way to screw a stranger 12 ways to Sunday. I want it gritty and i want it real and i wanna feel it.
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good
She’s got depth…. and shes got pipes… and she’s got my attention.