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 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 me down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya that 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 throws, This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter You 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 myself Like I knew I would I told ya that 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're on the seat Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice little carpet burn My stomach drops 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 ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good I cheated myself, like I knew I would I told ya I was trouble, yeah ya know that I'm no good