Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
He'll 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 men 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 the place, but I can't get joy
Thinkin' on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Upstairs to make your chips and pita
You say, "When we married"
'Cause you're not bitter
"There'll be none of him no more"
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
Yeah, I cheated myself
Like I know 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 and you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soap my feet
And then you notice a likkle carpet burn
My stomach drops, and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first?
Yeah, I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I-I-I
You know what I-I'm no good
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