Dm Meet you downstairs Gm in the bar and hurt A your rolled up sleeves Dm in your skull t-shirt. Dm You say, "What did you do Gm with him today?" A And sniff me out Dm like I was Tanqueray. Gm 'Cos you're my fella, my guy. E7 Hand me your Stella and fly. F By the time, I'm out the door, E7 You tear men down A like Roger Moore. Dm Am I cheated myself, E7 Am like I knew I would. Dm I told ya, Am I was trouble. E7 You know that, Am I'm no good. Dm Upstairs in bed Gm with my ex boy. A He's in the place, Dm but I can’t get joy. Dm Thinking of you Gm in the final throes, A This is when Dm my buzzer goes. Gm Run out to meet your chips and pitta. E7 You say, "When we marry?". 'Cos you're not bitter. F There'll be none of him no more. E7 I cried for you A on the kitchen floor. Dm Am I cheated myself, E7 Am like I knew I would. Dm I told ya, Am I was trouble. E7 You know that, Am I'm no good. Am Dm Am E7 Am e------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ B---------------------------------------------------5-------------------------------- G------4-5-4------7---------8-7-5--------------5--------------8-7-5--------------5--- D----7-------7---------------------7---------7---7-------------------7---------7---7- A------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ E------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dm Sweet reunion, Gm Jamaica and Spain. A We're like how Dm we were again. Dm I'm in the tub, Gm You’re on the seat. A Lick your lips Dm as I soak my feet. Gm Then you notice lickle carpet burn. E7 My stomach drop and my guts churn. F You shrug and it's the worst, E7 to truly stick A the knife in first? Dm Am I cheated myself, E7 Am like I knew I would. Dm I told ya, Am I was trouble. E7 You know that, Am I'm no good. Dm Am E7 Am
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