Amy Winehouse - Frank Album Lyrics
Amy Winehouse - Frank Lyrics
Writer: Amy Winehouse, Salaam Remi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Stronger Than Me
You should be stronger than me
You've been here seven years longer than me
Don't you know you supposed to be the man?
Not pale in comparison to who you think I am
You always want to talk it through, I don't care
I always have to comfort you when I'm there
But that's what I need you to do, stroke my hair
'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
You should be stronger than me
But instead you're longer than frozen turkey
Why'd you always put me in control?
All I need is for my man to live up to his role
Always wanna talk it through, I'm okay
Always have to comfort you every day
But that's what I need you to do, are you gay?
'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
He said, "The respect I made you earn
Thought you had so many lessons to learn"
I said, "You don't know what love is, get a grip
Sound as if you're reading from some other tired script"
I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime
I just wanna grip your body over mine
Please tell me why you think that's a crime
I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You've been here seven years longer than me
Don't you know you supposed to be the man?
Not pale in comparison to who you think I am
You always want to talk it through, I don't care
I always have to comfort you when I'm there
But that's what I need you to do, stroke my hair
'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
You should be stronger than me
But instead you're longer than frozen turkey
Why'd you always put me in control?
All I need is for my man to live up to his role
Always wanna talk it through, I'm okay
Always have to comfort you every day
But that's what I need you to do, are you gay?
'Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
He said, "The respect I made you earn
Thought you had so many lessons to learn"
I said, "You don't know what love is, get a grip
Sound as if you're reading from some other tired script"
I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime
I just wanna grip your body over mine
Please tell me why you think that's a crime
I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady and you my ladyboy
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
Writer: Amy Winehouse, Salaam Remi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
You Send Me Flying
Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu
While I was 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 malboro 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 blugdeon 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 frustation 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
While I was 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 malboro 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 blugdeon 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 frustation 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
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE, FELIX HOWARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cherry
Her name is Cherry, we've just met
But already she knows me better than you
She understands me after eighteen years
And you still don't see me like you ought to do
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love her every sound
I dunno how to turn you down
And you're so thick and my patience thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there
And she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying and you don't care
You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar
But already she knows me better than you
She understands me after eighteen years
And you still don't see me like you ought to do
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love her every sound
I dunno how to turn you down
And you're so thick and my patience thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there
And she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying and you don't care
You won't call me back, you're stubborn as a mule
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar
Writer: SALAAM REMI, AMY WINEHOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Know You Now
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
[Ad lib]
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
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
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
[Ad lib]
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
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE, ASTOR CAMPBELL, DELROY COOPER, DONOVAN JACKSON, EARL SMITH, GORDON WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , CV AMERICA, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , CV AMERICA, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
F*ck Me Pumps
When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cause you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cause your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cause like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cause you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky it's ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cause you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cause you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your f*ck me pumps
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin' your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can't tell who he's lookin' to.
Cause you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that's you whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cause your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
You don't like ballers,
They don't do nothing for ya,
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You're more than a fan,
Lookin' for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you're vexed,
He's onto the next,
And you didn't even get no taste.
Don't be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cause like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don't like players,
That's what you say-a,
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don't do nothing for ya.
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can't sit down right,
Cause you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky it's ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cause you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There'd be no fun,
We'd go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There's no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don't be mad at me,
Cause you're pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your f*ck me pumps
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE, SALAAM REMI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Heard Love Is Blind
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
Yes he looked like you
But I heard love is blind...
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
Yes he looked like you
But I heard love is blind...
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Moodys Mood For Love
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
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
Writer: Dorothy Fields, Jimmy McHugh, James Moody
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer: Dorothy Fields, Jimmy McHugh, James Moody
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
(There Is) No Greater Love
There is no greater love
Than what I feel for you
No sweeter song, no heart so true
There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing, sing to me
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine alone
There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you
Than what I feel for you
No sweeter song, no heart so true
There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing, sing to me
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine alone
There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you
Writer: ISHAM JONES, MARTY SYMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
In My Bed
Wish I Could Say It Breaks My Heart
Like You Did In The Beginning
It's Not That We Grew Apart
A Nightingale No Longer Singing
It's Something I Know You Can't 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 I'm 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 Don't 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 Could'ntLet It Be
I Needed It As Much As You Did
Now It's 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
There's 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 I'm 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 Don't Make Your Place Safe
In My Bed, My Bed, My Ba Ba Dee Dee Bed
Like You Did In The Beginning
It's Not That We Grew Apart
A Nightingale No Longer Singing
It's Something I Know You Can't 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 I'm 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 Don't 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 Could'ntLet It Be
I Needed It As Much As You Did
Now It's 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
There's 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 I'm 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 Don't Make Your Place Safe
In My Bed, My Bed, My Ba Ba Dee Dee Bed
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE, SALAAM REMI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Take The Box
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
Cause 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
Take the box
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
Cause 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
Take the box
Writer: AMY WINEHOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
October Song
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
Sung for my Ava everynight
Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In the sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet soun
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 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 soun
And Ava flies in paradise
Gone to find her big blue jay
Starlight before she took flight
I sung a lullaby of bird land everynight
Sung for my Ava everynight
Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In the sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet soun
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 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 soun
And Ava flies in paradise
Writer: MATT ROWE, STEFAN SKARBEK, AMY WINEHOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
What It Is About Men
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?
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?
Writer: Chris Delroy, Jackson Donovan, Felix Howard, Earl Smith, Luke Smith, Paul Watson, Cole Wilburn, Gordon Opharel Williams, Amy Jade Winehouse
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CALDERWOOD, INC., DUCHAMP, INC, MISSING LINK MUSIC, NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CALDERWOOD, INC., DUCHAMP, INC, MISSING LINK MUSIC, NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC.
Help Yourself
When I walk in your shoes
I understand a man confused
There must have been but I don't care
I feel the way your soul does there
Darling they empathise
Looking through your bloodshot eyes
And I know you you're so frustrated
Above we all become what we once hated
Be slight nobody can be that wise
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
You can get so much from me
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
You've got a degree a in philosophy
So you think you're cleverer than me
But I'm not just some drama queen
Cause it's where you're at not where you've been
So what do you expect from me
To hold your head above the sea
And there are you even though you're bigger
Cause don't you know you crush my tiny figure
And anyway we're still so young
And this isn't yet the day
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
You might be twenty-five but in my mind
I see you at sixteen years or most of the time
And I'm just a child and you're full grown
And no I'm nothing like I've ever known yeah
I'm nothing like I've ever known
I understand a man confused
There must have been but I don't care
I feel the way your soul does there
Darling they empathise
Looking through your bloodshot eyes
And I know you you're so frustrated
Above we all become what we once hated
Be slight nobody can be that wise
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
You can get so much from me
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
You've got a degree a in philosophy
So you think you're cleverer than me
But I'm not just some drama queen
Cause it's where you're at not where you've been
So what do you expect from me
To hold your head above the sea
And there are you even though you're bigger
Cause don't you know you crush my tiny figure
And anyway we're still so young
And this isn't yet the day
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
You might be twenty-five but in my mind
I see you at sixteen years or most of the time
And I'm just a child and you're full grown
And no I'm nothing like I've ever known yeah
I'm nothing like I've ever known
Writer: JIMMY HOGARTH, FREDERICK JAMES, LARRY STOCK, AMY WINEHOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Amy Amy Amy
Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate,
Distract me, stop me doin 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
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculin you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
It takes me, half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness from the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
His own style, right down to his deisel jeans
Imobile, I can't think by any means
Underwhere petes at the top
I'll let you know where you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculin you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Creative energy abused
All my lyrics go unused
When I clock black hair blue eyes
I drift off I fantasize
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Distract me, stop me doin 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
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculin you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
It takes me, half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness from the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
His own style, right down to his deisel jeans
Imobile, I can't think by any means
Underwhere petes at the top
I'll let you know where you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculin you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Creative energy abused
All my lyrics go unused
When I clock black hair blue eyes
I drift off I fantasize
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just to hard to ignore
Masculin he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Writer: MATT ROWE, STEFAN SKARBEK, AMY JADE WINEHOUSE, FELIX STARBUCK HOWARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Frank is the debut studio album by English singer and songwriter Amy Winehouse. It was released on 20 October 2003 by Island Records. Production for the album took place during 2002 to 2003 and was handled by Winehouse, Salaam Remi, Commissioner Gordon, Jimmy Hogarth and Matt Rowe. Its title alludes to the nature and tone of Winehouse's lyrics on the album, as well as one of her influences, Frank Sinatra.
Upon its release, Frank received generally positive reviews from most music critics and earned Winehouse several accolades, including an Ivor Novello Award. The album has sold over one million copies in the United Kingdom and has been certified triple platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI).
Performed By:
Amy WinehouseUpon its release, Frank received generally positive reviews from most music critics and earned Winehouse several accolades, including an Ivor Novello Award. The album has sold over one million copies in the United Kingdom and has been certified triple platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI).
Genre(s): Jazz, R&B, soulh, ip hop, bossa nova
Producer(s): Commissioner Gordon, Jimmy Hogarth, Salaam Remi, Matt Rowe, Amy Winehouse
Length: 58:48
Released: October 20th, 2003
Year: 2003