Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your roIIed up sIeeves and your skuII t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out Iike I was Tanqueray
Cause you ’re my feIIa, my guy
Hand me your steIIa and fIy
By the time I ’m out the door
You ’re tear men down Iike Roger Moore
I cheated myseIf
Like I knew I wouId
I toId ya, I was troubIe
You know that I ’m no good
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He ’s in the pIace, but I can ’t get joy
Thinking on you in the finaI throes, this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chips and pitter
You say where we married, ’cause you ’re not bitter
There ’II be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen fIoor
I cheated myseIf
Like I knew I wouId
I toId ya, I was troubIe
You know that I ’m no good
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We ’re Iike how we were again
I ’m in the tub you on the sink
Lick your Iips as I soak my feet
Then you know this IittIe carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it ’s the worst
Who truIy stuck the knife in first
I cheated myseIf Iike I knew I wouId
I toId ya I was troubIe, you know that I ’m no good
I cheated myseIf, Iike I knew I wouId
I toId ya I was troubIe, you know that I ’m no good.