You Know That I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say 'what did you do with him all day?'
And spitting 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

I'm upstairs with my ex boy
He's at my place but I can't get joy
Thinking of you but no one knows
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
You say 'when we 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 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're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice a carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
Who really 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
Yeah you know that I'm no good

I told you I was trouble
Yeah you know that I'm no good