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 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 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 a place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pita
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 drop 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 that 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