Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled-up sleeves and your skull T-shirt
You say: What did you do with her today?
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my girl, I'm your guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like Roger Moore

'Cause I
Cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-girl
She's in a place in her own world
Thinking of you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet ya, chips and pita
You say: When we're married, 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of her no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
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 little carpet burns
My stomach drops, and my guts churn
You shrug, and it's the worst
You truly stuck your knife in first

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good, yeah

I cheated myself
Yeah, like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know I'm no good
No good, no good
No, no damn good, no damn good
You should know, you should know by now
You know I'm no good