Lyrics:

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say, 'What did you do it 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 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

Upstairs in bed with my ex boy, Hes 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 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

[Chorus]

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 drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst to truly 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