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 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're tearing 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 your chips and fiddle
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
Instrumental
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
And then you notice liquor carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stop the night ever
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
You know that I'm no good
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Outro