Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt
You say "What did you do with him today?"
And sniffed 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 me down like Roger Moore
I've cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet you, chicks and pitta
You say "When we're married, 'cause you're not bitter"
There'll be none of him no more
I cry for you on the kitchen floor
I've cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you're on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Then you notice a little carpet burn
My stomach dropped and my guts churned
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first
I've cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
I've cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Back To Black |
Love Is A Losing Game |
Rehab |
Tears Dry On Their Own |
You Know I'm No Good |