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