Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurtYour rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirtYou say "what did you do it with him today?"And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guyHand me your Stella and flyBy the time I'm out the doorYou tear me down like Roger Moore
I cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boyHe's in a place, but I can't get joyThinking on you in the final throesThis is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chips and pitaYou 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 myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and SpainWe're like how we were againI'm in the tub, you on the seatLick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice little carpet burnMy stomach drop and my guts churnYou shrug and it's the worstWho truly stuck the knife in first
I cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no good
I cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubledYeah, you know that I'm no good
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