Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt 
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt 
You say what did you do it with him today? 
And sniffed 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 a place, but I cant get joy, 
Thinking of you in the final throes,
this is when my buzzer goes  [bad word] out to meet you, chips 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 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'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 [bad word] and it's the worst 
Who [bad word] 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