A#m Meet you downstairs

D#min the bar and hurt

Fyour rolled up sleeves

A#min your skull t-shirt.

A#mYou say, "What did you do

D#mwith him today?"

FAnd sniff me out

A#mlike I was Tanqueray.

D#m 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

C7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

C# By the time,

I'm out the door,

C7You tear men down

Flike Roger Moore.

A#m Fm I cheated myself,

C7 Fmlike I knew I would.

A#mI told ya,

FmI was trouble.

C7You know that,

FmI'm no good.

A#m Upstairs in bed

D#mwith my ex boy.

F He's in the place,

A#mbut I can’t get joy.

A#m Thinking of you

D#min the final throes,

F This is when

A#mmy buzzer goes.

D#m Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

C7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

C# There'll be none

of him no more.

C7I cried for you

Fon the kitchen floor.

A#m Fm I cheated myself,

C7 Fmlike I knew I would.

A#mI told ya,

FmI was trouble.

C7You know that,

FmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

A#m Sweet reunion,

D#mJamaica and Spain.

F We're like how

A#mwe were again.

A#m I'm in the tub,

D#mYou’re on the seat.

F Lick your lips

A#mas I soak my feet.

D#m Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

C7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

C# You shrug and

it's the worst,

C7to truly stick

Fthe knife in first?

A#m Fm I cheated myself,

C7 Fmlike I knew I would.

A#mI told ya,

FmI was trouble.

C7You know that,

FmI'm no good.

A#m Fm C7 Fm