you know that I m no good

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 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 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

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 turn

you shrug and it's the worst

to truly stuck the knife in first