You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt You say, "Why did you do it 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 troubled 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 pita 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 troubled 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 likkle carpet burn My stomach drops, 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 troubled You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was troubled Yeah, you know that I'm no good (I'm no good)