Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You said, what did you do with him today? And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause you're my fella, my guy And you're Stella and Fly
By the time I'm out the door You tear me down like Roger Moore
I treated myself like I knew I would I told you I was your boy
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy He's in a place but I can't give joy
Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to me, you're chipper bitter
You're my fella, my guy And you're Stella and Fly
You say when we're married Cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I treated myself like I knew I would I told you I was your boy
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
I treated myself like I knew I was your boy
Yeah, you know that I'm no good