text: Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
  Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
  You say why did you do it with him today?
  And sniff me out like I was tanqueray
  Cause youre my fella, my guy
  Hand me your stella and fly
  By the time Im 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 Im no good
  Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
  Hes in the place, but I cant get joy
  Thinking of you in the final throws
  This is when my buzzer goes
  Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
  You say when were married cause youre not bitter
  Therell 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 Im no good
  Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
  Were like how we were again
  Im in the tub youre on the seat
  Lick your lips as I soak my feet
  Then you notice lickle carpet burn
  My stomach drops and my guts churn
  You shrug and its the worst
  To truly stuck the knife in first
  I cheated myself
  Like I knew I would
  I told ya, I was troubled
  You know that Im no good