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 you, chips and bitter You say we'll 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 yeah 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, lïke I knew I would I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
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