Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt, Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt, You say “what did you do 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 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 soap my feet, Then you notice likkle 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 you I was trouble, You know that I'm no good...