| 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 tank-a-ray
cause youre my fella, my guy
hand me your stella and fly
by the time im out the door
you tear me down like roger moore
i cheated myself
like i knew i would
i told ya, i was troubled
you know that im no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
he's in the place but i cant get joy
thinking on you in the final throws
this is when my buzzer goes
run out to meet your chicks and bitter
you say when we're married cause youre 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 ya, i was troubled
you know that im no good
sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
were like how we were again
im in the tub youre on the seat
lick your lips as i soak my feet
then you notice lickle carpet burn
my stomach drops and my guts churn
you shrug and its the worst
to truly stuck the knife in her
i cheated myself like i knew i would
i told ya i was troubled, you know that im no good
i cheated myself, like i knew i would
i told ya i was troubled, yeah ya know that im no good
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