D#m Meet you downstairs

G#min the bar and hurt

A#your rolled up sleeves

D#min your skull t-shirt.

D#mYou say, "What did you do

G#mwith him today?"

A#And sniff me out

D#mlike I was Tanqueray.

G#m 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

F7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

F# By the time,

I'm out the door,

F7You tear men down

A#like Roger Moore.

D#m A#m I cheated myself,

F7 A#mlike I knew I would.

D#mI told ya,

A#mI was trouble.

F7You know that,

A#mI'm no good.

D#m Upstairs in bed

G#mwith my ex boy.

A# He's in the place,

D#mbut I can’t get joy.

D#m Thinking of you

G#min the final throes,

A# This is when

D#mmy buzzer goes.

G#m Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

F7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

F# There'll be none

of him no more.

F7I cried for you

A#on the kitchen floor.

D#m A#m I cheated myself,

F7 A#mlike I knew I would.

D#mI told ya,

A#mI was trouble.

F7You know that,

A#mI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

D#m Sweet reunion,

G#mJamaica and Spain.

A# We're like how

D#mwe were again.

D#m I'm in the tub,

G#mYou’re on the seat.

A# Lick your lips

D#mas I soak my feet.

G#m Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

F7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

F# You shrug and

it's the worst,

F7to truly stick

A#the knife in first?

D#m A#m I cheated myself,

F7 A#mlike I knew I would.

D#mI told ya,

A#mI was trouble.

F7You know that,

A#mI'm no good.

D#m A#m F7 A#m