Meet you downstairs
in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves
and your skull tshirt
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 cant get joy
Thinking of you
in the final throws
this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet
your chicks and bitter
You say when we’re married
cause youre 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 troubled
You know that I’m no good
Sweet reunion
jamaica and spain
Were like how we were again
I’m in the tub
youre 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 ya I was troubled
you know that I’m no good
I cheated myself
like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled
yeah ya know that I’m no good
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