Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt

You say "Why 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 ya 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 on you in the final throws

This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chips and pita

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 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 sink

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn

My stomach drop 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 ya I was trouble you know that I'm no good

I cheated myself like I knew I would

I told ya I was trouble yeah ya know that I'm no good