Meet you upstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled-up sleeves on your skull T-shirt
You say, What did you do 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 can't get joy
Thinkin' on you in these final throes
This is when the buzzer goes
Jump up to meet you, chips and pitta
You say: Ooh, 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 bath, and you on the seat
You 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
You know that I'm no good