G#m Meet you downstairs

C#min the bar and hurt

D#your rolled up sleeves

G#min your skull t-shirt.

G#mYou say, "What did you do

C#mwith him today?"

D#And sniff me out

G#mlike I was Tanqueray.

C#m 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

A#7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

B By the time,

I'm out the door,

A#7You tear men down

D#like Roger Moore.

G#m D#m I cheated myself,

A#7 D#mlike I knew I would.

G#mI told ya,

D#mI was trouble.

A#7You know that,

D#mI'm no good.

G#m Upstairs in bed

C#mwith my ex boy.

D# He's in the place,

G#mbut I can’t get joy.

G#m Thinking of you

C#min the final throes,

D# This is when

G#mmy buzzer goes.

C#m Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

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

'Cos you're not bitter.

B There'll be none

of him no more.

A#7I cried for you

D#on the kitchen floor.

G#m D#m I cheated myself,

A#7 D#mlike I knew I would.

G#mI told ya,

D#mI was trouble.

A#7You know that,

D#mI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

G#m Sweet reunion,

C#mJamaica and Spain.

D# We're like how

G#mwe were again.

G#m I'm in the tub,

C#mYou’re on the seat.

D# Lick your lips

G#mas I soak my feet.

C#m Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

A#7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

B You shrug and

it's the worst,

A#7to truly stick

D#the knife in first?

G#m D#m I cheated myself,

A#7 D#mlike I knew I would.

G#mI told ya,

D#mI was trouble.

A#7You know that,

D#mI'm no good.

G#m D#m A#7 D#m