Em Meet you downstairs

Amin the bar and hurt

Byour rolled up sleeves

Emin your skull t-shirt.

EmYou say, "What did you do

Amwith him today?"

BAnd sniff me out

Emlike I was Tanqueray.

Am 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

F#7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

G By the time,

I'm out the door,

F#7You tear men down

Blike Roger Moore.

Em Bm I cheated myself,

F#7 Bmlike I knew I would.

EmI told ya,

BmI was trouble.

F#7You know that,

BmI'm no good.

Em Upstairs in bed

Amwith my ex boy.

B He's in the place,

Embut I can’t get joy.

Em Thinking of you

Amin the final throes,

B This is when

Emmy buzzer goes.

Am Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

F#7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

G There'll be none

of him no more.

F#7I cried for you

Bon the kitchen floor.

Em Bm I cheated myself,

F#7 Bmlike I knew I would.

EmI told ya,

BmI was trouble.

F#7You know that,

BmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

Em Sweet reunion,

AmJamaica and Spain.

B We're like how

Emwe were again.

Em I'm in the tub,

AmYou’re on the seat.

B Lick your lips

Emas I soak my feet.

Am Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

F#7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

G You shrug and

it's the worst,

F#7to truly stick

Bthe knife in first?

Em Bm I cheated myself,

F#7 Bmlike I knew I would.

EmI told ya,

BmI was trouble.

F#7You know that,

BmI'm no good.

Em Bm F#7 Bm