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 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 on you in the final throne

This is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta

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

Oh, like I knew, like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble

Yeah, you know that I'm no good

I told you I was trouble

Oh yeah, you know that I'm no good