Gm Meet you downstairs

Cmin the bar and hurt

Dyour rolled up sleeves

Gmin your skull t-shirt.

GmYou say, "What did you do

Cmwith him today?"

DAnd sniff me out

Gmlike I was Tanqueray.

Cm 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

A7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

A# By the time,

I'm out the door,

A7You tear men down

Dlike Roger Moore.

Gm Dm I cheated myself,

A7 Dmlike I knew I would.

GmI told ya,

DmI was trouble.

A7You know that,

DmI'm no good.

Gm Upstairs in bed

Cmwith my ex boy.

D He's in the place,

Gmbut I can’t get joy.

Gm Thinking of you

Cmin the final throes,

D This is when

Gmmy buzzer goes.

Cm Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

A7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

A# There'll be none

of him no more.

A7I cried for you

Don the kitchen floor.

Gm Dm I cheated myself,

A7 Dmlike I knew I would.

GmI told ya,

DmI was trouble.

A7You know that,

DmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

Gm Sweet reunion,

CmJamaica and Spain.

D We're like how

Gmwe were again.

Gm I'm in the tub,

CmYou’re on the seat.

D Lick your lips

Gmas I soak my feet.

Cm Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

A7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

A# You shrug and

it's the worst,

A7to truly stick

Dthe knife in first?

Gm Dm I cheated myself,

A7 Dmlike I knew I would.

GmI told ya,

DmI was trouble.

A7You know that,

DmI'm no good.

Gm Dm A7 Dm