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 Meet you downstairs in  bar and hurt,
 Your  up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
 You say "Why did you do it with  today?"
 And sniffed me out like I was 
 'Cause you're my fella,  guy
 Hand me your Stella and 
 By the  I'm out the door,
  tear men down like Roger Moore
 
 I cheated myself,
  I knew I would
 I told you, I  trouble
 You  that I'm no good
 
 Upstairs in  with my ex-boy,
 he's in  place but I can't give joy
 Thinking on you in the final 
 This is when my  goes
 Run out to  you, chips and pitta,
  say "When we married,"
  you're not bitter,
 "There'll be none of  no more"
 I cried for  on the kitchen floor
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like  knew I would
 I  you, I was trouble
 You know that I'm  good
 
 Sweet  Jamaica and Spain,
 We're like how we were 
 I'm in the tub, you on  seat,
  your lips as a I soak my feet
 Then you notice  carpet burns,
  stomach drops and my guts churn,
 You  and it's the worst,
 Who truly  the knife in first
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I knew  would
 I told you, I  trouble
 You  that I'm no good
 
 I cheated myself,
 Like I  I would
 I told you, I was 
 Yeah  know that I'm no good