Who meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with her today
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Cause I'm your fella, your guy
Oh, hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear them down like Roger Moore
I treated myself like I knew I would
And I told you I was trouble
And I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex toy
She's in a place but I can't get joy
I'm thinking on you in the final throes
And this is when my buzzer goes
Run out to me
Means your our chips and bitter
You say when we're married cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of her no more
I cried for you on the kitchen
floor
I treated myself, like I knew I would
And I told you I was trouble
I wanna love you my whole life



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 burns
My stomach drops 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
And I told you
I would
I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Good, good
I told you
I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
You know that I'm no
No good