meet you downstairs in the bar and heard 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
cuz 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
he's in a place but I can't get joy
thinking on you in the final throes
this is when my
bosser goes
run out to meet your chips and bitter
you say when we married cuz you're not
bitter
man
y'all gonna be the next day
I'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 good
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 burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and I cry
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
You know that I'm no good