You Know I'm No Good

Meet you dowstairs in the bar and hurt
My rolled up sleeves in my skull t-shirt
I say ‘What did you do with him today? ‘
And sniffed you out like you was Tanqueray
‘Cause I’m your fella your guy
Hand you my Stella and fly
By the time you’re out the door
I tear men down like Roger Moore

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told me you’re trouble
I know, sure no good

Upstairs in bed with your ex boy
He’s in a place but you can’t get no joy
Thinking on me in the final throes
This is when your buzzer goes
Run out to meet my chips and pitta
I say ‘when we married’
‘Cause I’m not bitter
‘There’ll be none of him no more’
You cried for me on the kitchen floor

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told me you’re trouble
I know, sure no good

Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain
We’re like how we were again
You’re in the tub, I’m on the seat
I lick my lips as you soap your feet
Then I notice like carpet burn
Your stomach drop and your guts churn
I shrug and it’s the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told me you’re trouble
I know, sure no good