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, "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 the place, but I can't joy Thinkin' of you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes Run out to meet ya, your 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 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 on the seat Lick your lips as I soap my feet Then you notice little 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 You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good