You Know That I'm No Good

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 all day?'

And spitting 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 me 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

I'm upstairs with my ex boy

He's at my place but I can't get joy

Thinking of you but no one knows

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

Like I knew, I would

I told you 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're on the seat

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice a carpet burn

My stomach drops and my guts churn

You shrug and it's the worst

Who really stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself

Like I knew, I would

I told you I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

I cheated myself

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

Yeah you know that I'm no good