You Know I'm No Good (The Voice Performance)

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt

You say, "Why 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 ya, 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 throes

This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pita

You say "When we're 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

Like I knew I would

I told ya, 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 on the seat

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn

My stomach drop and my guts churn

Then you shrug and it's the worst

Who truly dug the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would

I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good

I told ya I was trouble, you know that I'm no good

You know that I'm no, good