Dm Meet you downstairs Gm in the bar and hurt A your rolled up sleeves Dm in your skull t-shirt. You say, "What did you do Gm with him today?" A 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 men down A like Roger Moore. Chorus: 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. Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy He's in a place but I can't get joy Thinking on you in the final throes This is when my buzzer goes 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 Chorus: I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we were again I'm in the tub, you on the seat Lick your lips as I soap my feet Then you notice likkle carpet burn My stomach drop and my guts churn You shrug and it's the worst Who truly stuck the knife in first? Chorus: I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble You know that I'm no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told you I was trouble Yeah, you know that I'm no good | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am Dm E7 F Gm |