Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard,Your rolled up sleeves in 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 guyHear me you're Stella and fly,By the time I'm out the door,You tear men down like Roger MooreI cheated myself,Like I knew I wouldI told you, I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodUpstairs in bed with my ex-boy,he's in a place but I can't get joyThinking on you in the final throes,This is when my buzzer goesRun 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 floorI cheated myself,Like I knew I wouldI told you, I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodSweet reunion Jamaica and Spain,We're like how we were again,I'm in the tub, you on the seat,Lick your lips as a I soak my feetThen you notice little carpet burns,My stomach drops and my guts churn,You shrug and it's the worst,To truly stuck the knife in firstI cheated myself,Like I knew I wouldI told you, I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodI cheated myself,Like I knew I wouldI told you, I was troubleYeah you know that I'm no good