YOU KNOW I'M NO GOOD

Meet you down stairs in the bar and heard.

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt.

You say "why did you do it with him today?

"And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray'Cause 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 wouldI told you I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy

He's in the place, but I can't get joy

Thinking of you in the final throws

This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter

You say when we're married, 'cause you're not bitter

There'll be none of him no more

I cry for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told you I was troubled

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 seatLick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice a lickle carpet burn

My stomach drops and my guts churn

You shrug and it's the worst

To truly stuck the knife in firstI cheated myself

Like I knew I wouldI told you I was troubled

You know that I'm no goodI cheated myself

Like I knew I wouldI told you I was troubled

Yeah, you know that I'm no good