You Know I´m No Good

Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt

Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

You say "What did you do with him today?"

And sniffed 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 men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told ya I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

Run out to meet you, chips and pita

You say, "When we married"

'cause you're not bitter

"There'll be none of him no more"

I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told ya I told ya I was trouble

You know that I'm no good

I told ya I told ya I was trouble

You know that I'm no good