Cm Meet you downstairs

Fmin the bar and hurt

Gyour rolled up sleeves

Cmin your skull t-shirt.

CmYou say, "What did you do

Fmwith him today?"

GAnd sniff me out

Cmlike I was Tanqueray.

Fm 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

D7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

D# By the time,

I'm out the door,

D7You tear men down

Glike Roger Moore.

Cm Gm I cheated myself,

D7 Gmlike I knew I would.

CmI told ya,

GmI was trouble.

D7You know that,

GmI'm no good.

Cm Upstairs in bed

Fmwith my ex boy.

G He's in the place,

Cmbut I can’t get joy.

Cm Thinking of you

Fmin the final throes,

G This is when

Cmmy buzzer goes.

Fm Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

D7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

D# There'll be none

of him no more.

D7I cried for you

Gon the kitchen floor.

Cm Gm I cheated myself,

D7 Gmlike I knew I would.

CmI told ya,

GmI was trouble.

D7You know that,

GmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

Cm Sweet reunion,

FmJamaica and Spain.

G We're like how

Cmwe were again.

Cm I'm in the tub,

FmYou’re on the seat.

G Lick your lips

Cmas I soak my feet.

Fm Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

D7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

D# You shrug and

it's the worst,

D7to truly stick

Gthe knife in first?

Cm Gm I cheated myself,

D7 Gmlike I knew I would.

CmI told ya,

GmI was trouble.

D7You know that,

GmI'm no good.

Cm Gm D7 Gm