Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

You say why did you do it 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 you, 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 you that I was troubled

You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion jamaica and spain

Were 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 you that I was troubled you know

That I'm no good

I cheated myself like I knew I would

I told you I was troubled yeah you know

That I'm no good