Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
My rolled up sleeves in my skull T-shirt
I say, why did you do it with him today?
And sniffed you out like you was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, your guy
Hand you my Stella and fly
By the time you're out the door
I tear me down like Roger Moore

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told you were trouble
I know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed with you ex-boy
He's in a place, but you can't get joy
Thinking on me in the final throes
This is when your buzzer goes

Run out to meet ymychips and pitta
I say when we're married
'Cause I'm not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
You cried for me on the kitchen floor

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told you were trouble
I know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
You're in the tub, I'm on the seat
I lick my lips as I soak your feet

Then I notice a likkle carpet burn
Your stomach drop and your guts churn
I shrug and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told you were trouble
I know that I'm no good

You cheated yourself
Like I knew you would
You told you were trouble
I know that I'm no good