Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say what 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 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