Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
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 youre my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time Im out the door
Youre tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was trouble
You know that Im no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
Hes in the place, but I cant get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pitter
You say we married, cause youre not bitter
Therell 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, I was trouble
You know that Im no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
Were like how we were again
Im in the tub you on the sink
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you know this little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and its 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 Im no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was trouble, you know that Im no good

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