You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt

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 men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself, like I knew, I would

I told you, I was trouble

And know, that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy

He's in a place but I can't get joy

Thinking on you in the final throes

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...