Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt 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 men down like Roger Moore I 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 on you in the final throne This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet you, chips and pitta You say, "When we married" 'Cause you're not bitter "There'll be none of him no more" I cried for you on the kitchen floor I cheated myself Oh, like I knew, like I knew I would I told you I was trouble Yeah, you know that I'm no good I told you I was trouble Oh yeah, you know that I'm no good