Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt 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 tear man down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled Yeah, you know 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 throws This is when my buzzer goes
I run out to meet you, chips and pitta, And you say 'when we married', 'cause you're not bitter, 'There'll be none of him no more', I cry for you 7614, my Blake!
Yeah, I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled You know I'm no good
Yeah, I cheated myself Like I knew I knew, I would Baby, I told ya, I told ya, Iwas troubled You know I'm no good