Amy Winehouse - Me and Mr Jones lyrics

Nobody stands in between me and my man it's me and Mr Jones What kind of f**ery is this? You made me Mr Slick Ricky I thought I didn't love you when I did I can't believe you played me out like that No you ain't worth guest lists plus one of all them girls you kissed You can't keep lying to yourself like this I can't believe you played yourself like this Who loves one thing but come Brixton Nobody stands in between me and my man 'Cause it's me and Mr Jones What kind of f**ery are we? Nowadays you don't mean dick to me I might let you make it up to me, who's playing Saturday What kind of f**ery are you? Besides from some of you being my best black Joe But I could swear that we were through I still wonder about the things you do