Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt
You say, "Why 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 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 you, 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 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
Then you shrug and it's the worst
Who truly dug 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 told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
You know that I'm no, good