Writer(s): Amy Winehouse
Nobody stands in between me and my man
It's me and Mr. Jones
What kind of fuckery is this
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig
You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that
No you ain't worth the guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself 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
Nowadays you don't mean d**k 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
But I could swear that we were through (we were through)
I still wonder 'bout the things you do
Mr. Destiny Nine and fourteen Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me
and Mr. Jones Mr. Jones Me yeah ohh
