Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt My rolled up sleeves in my old skull t-shirt I said 'why did you do it with him today' And sniffed you out like you were Tanqueray
Cause I'm your fella, your guy Hand you my Stella and fly By the time you're out the door I tear men down like Roger Moore
You cheated yourself Like I knew you would You told me you were trouble I know that you're no good
Upstairs in bed, with your ex boy He's in a place, but you can't get no joy Thinking of me in the final throes This is when your buzzer goes
Run out to me, my chips and pitta I said 'when we marry' cause I'm not bitter There'll be none of him no more You cried for me on the kitchen floor
You cheated yourself Like I knew you would You told me you were trouble I know that you're no good
Oh sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain We're like how we were again You're in the tub, I'm on the seat I lick my lips as you soak your feet
Then I notice little carpet burn Your stomach drops and your guts they churn I shrug and it is the worst Who truly stuck the knife in first
You cheated yourself Like I knew you would You told me you were trouble I know that you're no goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
