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
you, I was trouble
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 throes,
this is
when my buzzer goes
Run out
to meet you, chips and pitta
You say
we'll marry '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 little carpet burn
My stomach
drop yeah 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 I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I
cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told
you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
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