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 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, I was troubled

You know that I'm no good



Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy

He's in the 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 chicks and bitter

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 troubled

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 lickle 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 troubled

You know that I'm no good



I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told ya, I was troubled

You know that I'm no good