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 Meet you downstairs in the bar and 
 Your rolled  sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
 You say "Why did you do it  him today?"
 And sniffed me out  I was Tanqueray,
 'Cause you're  fella, my guy
 Hand me  Stella and fly,
 By the time I'm  the door,
  tear men down like Roger Moore
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I knew  would
 I told you,  was trouble
 You know  I'm no good
 
  in bed with my ex-boy,
 he's in a  but I can't give joy
 Thinking on you  the final throes,
 This is when  buzzer goes
 Run out to meet you, chips and 
 You  "When we married,"
  you're not bitter,
  be none of him no more"
 I cried  you on the kitchen floor
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I  I would
 I told you,  was trouble
  know that I'm no good
 
 Sweet  Jamaica and Spain,
 We're like how we were 
  in the tub, you on the seat,
 Lick your lips  a I soak my feet
 Then you  little carpet burns,
  stomach drops and my guts churn,
 You  and it's the worst,
 Who truly stuck  knife in first
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I knew  would
 I told you, I  trouble
  know that I'm no good
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I knew  would
 I told you,  was trouble
 Yeah you know that I'm  good