Meet you downstairs, in the bar and club You rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You said, what did you do with him today? And sniffed me out like I was tinkering Cause you're my fella, my guy Hand me your cellar and fly By the time I'm out the door You're tearing me down like a rotten lord I treated 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 your chips and pita 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 treated 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 are 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 burns My stomach drops and my guts churn Then you shrug and it's the worst Oh, truly, Lord, the knife in verse I treated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good You know that I'm no good