Intro : Dm..
Dm
meet you downstairs..
Gm
in the bar and hurt
A
your rolled up sleeves
Dm
and your skull t-shirt..
Dm
you say “what did you do with
Gm
him today..?”
A
and sniffed me out like
Dm
i was tanqueray..
Gm
‘cause you’re my fella, my guy..
E
hand me your stella and fly
F
by the time i’m out the door
E A
you tear men down like roger moore..
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Dm Gm
upstairs in bed with my ex-boy..
A Dm
he’s in a place but i can’t get joy..
Dm Gm
thinking on you in the final throes..
A Dm
this is when my buzzer goes..
Gm
run out to meet you, chips and pita
E
you say, “when we married”
‘cause you’re not bitter
F
“there’ll be none of him no more”
E A
i cried for you on the kitchen floor..
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Music : Dm Am E Am
Dm Am E Am
Dm Gm
sweet reunion, jamaica and spain..
A Dm
we’re like how we were again..
Dm Gm
i’m in the tub, you on the seat..
A Dm
lick your lips as i soap my feet..
Gm
then you notice likkle carpet burn..
E
my stomach drop and my guts churn..
F
you shrug and it’s the worst
E A
who truly stuck the knife in first?
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
yeah, you know that i’m no good..
Intro : Dm..
Dm
meet you downstairs..
Gm
in the bar and hurt
A
your rolled up sleeves
Dm
and your skull t-shirt..
Dm
you say “what did you do with
Gm
him today..?”
A
and sniffed me out like
Dm
i was tanqueray..
Gm
‘cause you’re my fella, my guy..
E
hand me your stella and fly
F
by the time i’m out the door
E A
you tear men down like roger moore..
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Dm Gm
upstairs in bed with my ex-boy..
A Dm
he’s in a place but i can’t get joy..
Dm Gm
thinking on you in the final throes..
A Dm
this is when my buzzer goes..
Gm
run out to meet you, chips and pita
E
you say, “when we married”
‘cause you’re not bitter
F
“there’ll be none of him no more”
E A
i cried for you on the kitchen floor..
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Music : Dm Am E Am
Dm Am E Am
Dm Gm
sweet reunion, jamaica and spain..
A Dm
we’re like how we were again..
Dm Gm
i’m in the tub, you on the seat..
A Dm
lick your lips as i soap my feet..
Gm
then you notice likkle carpet burn..
E
my stomach drop and my guts churn..
F
you shrug and it’s the worst
E A
who truly stuck the knife in first?
Reff :
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
you know that i’m no good..
Dm
i cheated myself..
Am E Am
like i knew i would..
Dm Am
i told you i was trouble..
E Am
yeah, you know that i’m no good..
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