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
Hand me your stella
And fly
By the time
I'm out the door
You're ten men 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 can't get joy
Thinking of you
In the final throes
This is when my
Buzzer goes
Run out to meet your
Chicks and bitter
You say we'll re-marry
'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 ya 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
You 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
You know that I'm no good