Lyrics:

(Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Amy Winehouse!)

Tell your boyfriend next time he's around
To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down
I wouldn't care if he would give me some more
I'd rather him leave you than leave him my draw
When you smoke all my weed, man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine
And get yours
Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I'll check him at the door, make sure he got green
I'm tighter than airport security teams
When you smoke all my weed man
You got to call the green man
So I can get mine
And you get yours

I'm my own man, so when will you learn?
That you got a man, I got to burn
Don't make no difference if I end up alone
I'd rather have myself and smoke my home-grown
It's got me addicted
It does more than any dick did
So I can get mine
And you get yours
Yeah, I, I can get mine
And you get yours

Thank you, thank you for coming
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I kept you waiting again
Yeah, this one's called 'Just Friends'