| 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 tear 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 on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes |
| Run out to meet your chips and pitter |
| You say where we 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 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 sink |
| Lick your lips as I soak my feet |
| Then you know this little carpet burn |
| My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn |
| You shrug and it’s the worst |
| Who 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. |