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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 sniff 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 me down like Roger Moore I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled 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 of you in the final throws 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 Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled 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 I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled You know that I‘m no good I cheated myself Like I knew I would I told ya, I was troubled You know that I‘m no good

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