Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
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 ya 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 throws
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chips and pitta
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 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 soak my feet
Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To 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, you know that I'm no good