F#m Meet you downstairs

Bmin the bar and hurt

C#your rolled up sleeves

F#min your skull t-shirt.

F#mYou say, "What did you do

Bmwith him today?"

C#And sniff me out

F#mlike I was Tanqueray.

Bm 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

G#7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

A By the time,

I'm out the door,

G#7You tear men down

C#like Roger Moore.

F#m C#m I cheated myself,

G#7 C#mlike I knew I would.

F#mI told ya,

C#mI was trouble.

G#7You know that,

C#mI'm no good.

F#m Upstairs in bed

Bmwith my ex boy.

C# He's in the place,

F#mbut I can’t get joy.

F#m Thinking of you

Bmin the final throes,

C# This is when

F#mmy buzzer goes.

Bm Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

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

'Cos you're not bitter.

A There'll be none

of him no more.

G#7I cried for you

C#on the kitchen floor.

F#m C#m I cheated myself,

G#7 C#mlike I knew I would.

F#mI told ya,

C#mI was trouble.

G#7You know that,

C#mI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

F#m Sweet reunion,

BmJamaica and Spain.

C# We're like how

F#mwe were again.

F#m I'm in the tub,

BmYou’re on the seat.

C# Lick your lips

F#mas I soak my feet.

Bm Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

G#7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

A You shrug and

it's the worst,

G#7to truly stick

C#the knife in first?

F#m C#m I cheated myself,

G#7 C#mlike I knew I would.

F#mI told ya,

C#mI was trouble.

G#7You know that,

C#mI'm no good.

F#m C#m G#7 C#m