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
Upstairs in bed with my ex boy
He´s in a place but I can´t get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you chips and pitta
You say when we 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 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 soak 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
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah you know that I´m no good