Mr. West
Amy Winehouse
And I'd like to tell you what I think
'Cos this way of thinking's got me in
This trouble you done, your face
Now let me tell you, Mr. West...
Mr. West (Mister, Mister)
Oh Mister, Mister
In that beat blue pony tee
You gaze at me with shy ecstasy
Your belt buckle hits the ground
I surrender to a familiar sound
Oh Mr. West (Mister, mister)
That looks got me going now
I wanna stop, I don't know how
Oh Mr. West (Mister, mister)
Why don't you come off the wall
Helping me get physical
Oh Mr. West (mister, mister)
Come, mister
Mister mister
Mr. West...
