Dm Meet you downstairs

Gmin the bar and hurt

Ayour rolled up sleeves

Dmin your skull t-shirt.

DmYou say, "What did you do

Gmwith him today?"

AAnd sniff me out

Dmlike 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,

E7You tear men down

Alike Roger Moore.

Dm Am I cheated myself,

E7 Amlike I knew I would.

DmI told ya,

AmI was trouble.

E7You know that,

AmI'm no good.

Dm Upstairs in bed

Gmwith my ex boy.

A He's in the place,

Dmbut I can’t get joy.

Dm Thinking of you

Gmin the final throes,

A This is when

Dmmy 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.

E7I cried for you

Aon the kitchen floor.

Dm Am I cheated myself,

E7 Amlike I knew I would.

DmI told ya,

AmI was trouble.

E7You know that,

AmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

Am Dm . . Am . . E7 . . Am . .

(. = staccato)

Dm Sweet reunion,

GmJamaica and Spain.

A We're like how

Dmwe were again.

Dm I'm in the tub,

GmYou’re on the seat.

A Lick your lips

Dmas 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,

E7to truly stick

Athe knife in first?

Dm Am I cheated myself,

E7 Amlike I knew I would.

DmI told ya,

AmI was trouble.

E7You know that,

AmI'm no good.

Dm Am E7 Am