Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard My rolled up sleeves in my skull T-shirt I say, why did you do it with him today? And sniffed you out like you was Tanqueray 'Cause you're my fella, your guy Hand you my Stella and fly By the time you're out the door I tear me down like Roger Moore You cheated yourself Like I knew you would You told you were trouble I know that I'm no good Upstairs in bed with you ex-boy He's in a place, but you can't get joy Thinking on me in the final throes This is when your buzzer goes Run out to meet ymychips and pitta I say when we're 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 you were trouble I know that I'm 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 I soak your feet Then I notice a likkle 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 you were trouble I know that I'm no good You cheated yourself Like I knew you would You told you were trouble I know that I'm no good