me & mr. jones [aka fuckery]
by GLEE CAST
Me & Mr. Jones
by Amy Winehouse
by Amy Winehouse
Nobody stands in between me and my man,
It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)
You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out (out) like that
No you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kissed (all them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this
Rulers one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones)
What kind of fuckery are we?
Now a day you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?
What kind of fuckery are you?
'Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew (best black Jew)
But I could swear we were through (we were through)
I still wonder about (about) the things you do
Mr. Destiny 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
Yea it's (me and Mr. Jones)