Lyrics:

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 a place but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet your chips and pita
And 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 and you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soap my feet
And then you notice a likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop 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
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
I... cheated myself
Like I knew, I knew I would
Oh, I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Amy, we love you!