Dm
Dm Gm
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and hurt
A Dm
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull tshirt
Gm
You say What did you do with him today?
A Dm
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Gm
Cause you're my fella, my guy
E7
Hand me your Stella and fly
F
By the time I'm out the door
E7 A7
You're ten men down like Roger Moore
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was trouble
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Dm Gm
Upstairs in bed with my ex boy
A Dm
He's in the place but I can't get joy
Gm
Thinking on you in the final throes
A Dm
This is when my buzzer goes
Gm
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
E7
You say When we married 'cause you're not bitter
F
There'll be none of him no more,
E7 A7
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was trouble
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Dm Am E7 Am
Dm Am E7 Am
Dm Gm
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
A Dm
We're like how we were again
Gm
I'm in the tub, You on the seat
A Dm
Lick your lips as I soak my feet
Gm
Then you notice likkle carpet burn
E7
My stomach drops and my guts churn
F
You shrug and it's the worst
E7 A7
Who truly stuck the knife in first
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was trouble
E7 Am
You know that I'm no good
Dm
I cheated myself
Am E7 Am
Like I knew I would
Dm Am
I told you I was trouble
E7 Am
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Dm Am E7 Am
Dm Am E7 Am
Dm Am E7 Am
Dm Am