meet you downstairs in the bar and heard your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirtyou say what did you do with him today and sniffed me out like I was Tanqueraycuz you're my fella my guy hand me your Stella and fly by the time I'm out thedoor you tear me downlike Roger Moore I cheated myself like I knew I would I told you I was troubleyou know that I'm no goodupstairs in bedwithmyex-boyhe's in a place but I can't get joythinking on you in the final throesthis is when mybosser goesrun out to meet your chips and bitteryou say when we married cuz you're notbittermany'all gonna be the next dayI'll be none of him no more I cried for you on the kitchen floor cheated myself like I knew I would told ya I was trouble you know that I'm no goodyou know that I'm no goodSweet reunionJamaica and SpainWe're like how we were againI'm in the tub, you're on the seatLick your lips as I soak my feetThen you notice little carpet burnMy stomach drop and my guts churnYou shrug and I cryAnd it's the worstWho truly stuck the knife in firstI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodYou know that I'm no good