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 MooreI cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no goodUpstairs 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 goesRun out to meet your chips and pitta
You say: When we're married
'Cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floorI cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no goodSweet 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 soak my feetThen you notice a like 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 you I was trouble
You know that I'm no goodI cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was troubled
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Composição: Amy Winehouse.
