Meet you downstairs in the bar and heardYour rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirtYou say why did you do it with him today?And sniff me out like I was TanquerayCause youre my fella, my guyHand me your stella and flyBy the time Im out the doorYou tear me down like roger mooreI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told ya, I was troubledYou know that Im no goodUpstairs 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 goesRun out to meet your chicks and bitterYou say when were married cause youre not bitterTherell be none of him no moreI cried for you on the kitchen floorI cheated myselfLike I knew I wouldI told ya, I was troubledYou know that Im no goodSweet reunion, jamaica and spainWere like how we were againIm in the tub youre on the seatLick your lips as I soak my feetThen you notice lickle carpet burnMy stomach drops and my guts churnYou shrug and its the worstTo truly stuck the knife in firstI cheated myself like I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubled, you know that Im no goodI cheated myself, like I knew I wouldI told ya I was troubled, yeah ya know that Im no good (8)
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 09:21:51 +0000