Dm
Meet you downstairs,
Gm
In the bar and heard,
A7
Your rolled up sleeves,
Dm
And your skull t-shirt.

Dm
You say why did you do it,
Gm
With him today?
A7
And sniff me out,
Dm
Like I was Tanqueray.

Gm
‘Cos you’re,
My fella, my guy,
E7
Hand me your,
Stella and fly.
F
By the time,
I’m out the door,
E7
You tear me down,
A7
Like Roger Moore.

Dm Am
I cheated myself,
E7 Am
Like I knew I would.
Dm
I told ya,
Am
I was trouble,
E7
You know that,
Am
I’m no good.

(Breque)

Dm
Upstairs in bed,
Gm
With my ex boy,
A7
He’s in the place,
Dm
But I cant get joy.

Dm
Thinking of you,
Gm
In the final throws,
A7
This is when,
Dm
My buzzer goes.

Gm
Run out to meet,
Your chips and bitter,
E7
You say when we’re married,
‘Cos you’re not bitter.
F
There’ll be none,
Of him no more,
E7
I cried for you,
A7
On the kitchen floor.

Dm Am
I cheated myself,
E7 Am
Like I knew I would.
Dm
I told ya,
Am
I was trouble,
E7
You know that,
Am
I’m no good.

Dm Am E7 Am (x2)

Dm
Sweet reunion,
Gm
Ja-maica and Spain,
A7
We’re like how,
Dm
We were again.
Dm
I’m in the tub,
Gm
You on the seat,
A7
Lick your lips,
Dm
As I soak my feet.

Gm
Then you notice,
Lickle carpet burn,
E7
My stomach drops,
Yeah and my guts churn.
F
You shrug and,
It’s the worst,
E7
To truly stuck,
A7
The knife in first.

Dm Am
I cheated myself,
E7 Am
Like I knew I would.
Dm
I told ya,
Am
I was trouble,
E7
You know that,
Am
I’m no good.

Dm Am
I cheated myself,
E7 Am
Like I knew I would.
Dm
I told ya,
Am
I was trouble,
E7
Yeah you know that,
Am
I’m no good.

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