Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say "Why did you do it 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 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? 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 pitta
You say when we married
''Cause youre 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
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 s 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 you I was trouble yeah you know that I''m no good