Get on without my guy. You went back to what you knew, So far removed from all that we went through. And I tread a troubled track, My odds are stacked. I'll go back to black...
— Amy Winehouse
Get on without my guy. You went back to what you knew, So far removed from all that we went through. And I tread a troubled track, My odds are stacked. I'll go back to black...
— Amy Winehouse