You know I'm no good...

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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 sniff 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're 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 of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta,
You say when we married, 'cause you're no 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 I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again

I'm in the tub, you on the sink
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst

Who truly stuck the knife in first?

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble
You know I'm no good!

Song by Amy Winehouse