Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard You rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirtYou said, what did you do with him today?And sniffed me out like I was TanquerayCause you're my fella, my guyHand me your Stella and flyBy the time I'm out the doorYou're tearing me down like Roger MooreI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodUpstairs in bed with my ex-boyHe's in a place but I can't get joyThinking on you in the final throesThis is when my buzzer goesRun out to meet your chips and fiddleYou say when we're married cause you're not bitterThere'll be none of him no moreI cried for you on the kitchen floorI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodInstrumentalSweet reunion, Jamaica and SpainWe're like how we were againI'm in the tub, you on the seatLick your lips as I soak my feetThen you notice liquor carpet burnMy stomach drop and my guts churnYou shrug and it's the worstToo truly stuck and not everI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubleYou know that I'm no goodInstrumentalOutro