Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say "What did you do with him today?"
and sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

cause you're my fella, my guy
hear me, you're stellar 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 ya, I was trouble
you know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
he's in the place, but I cant get joy,
thinking of you in the final throes,
this is when my buzzer goes

run out to meet your chips and pita
you say when we're married, 'cause you're not bitter,
there'll be none of him no more
I cry for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
you know that I'm no good

sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
were like how we were again
im in the tub you're on the seat
lick your lips as I soak my feet

then you notice little carpet burn
my stomach drop, yeah, and my guts churn
you shrug and it's the worst
to truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself
like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble,
you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself,
like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble
yeah ya know that I'm no good

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