Meet you downstairs
In the bar and hurt
Your rolled-up sleeves
In your skull t-shirt
You say, "What did you do
With him today?"
And sniffed me out
Like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed
With my ex-boy
He's in a place
But I can't get joy
Thinking on you
In the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you
Chips and pitta
You say, "When we're married"
Cause you're not bitter
"There'll be none of him no more"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion
Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub
You on the seat
Lick your lips
As I soak my feet
Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good