Am Meet you downstairs

Dmin the bar and hurt

Eyour rolled up sleeves

Amin your skull t-shirt.

AmYou say, "What did you do

Dmwith him today?"

EAnd sniff me out

Amlike I was Tanqueray.

Dm 'Cos you're

my fella, my guy.

B7 Hand me your

Stella and fly.

C By the time,

I'm out the door,

B7You tear men down

Elike Roger Moore.

Am Em I cheated myself,

B7 Emlike I knew I would.

AmI told ya,

EmI was trouble.

B7You know that,

EmI'm no good.

Am Upstairs in bed

Dmwith my ex boy.

E He's in the place,

Ambut I can’t get joy.

Am Thinking of you

Dmin the final throes,

E This is when

Ammy buzzer goes.

Dm Run out to meet

your chips and pitta.

B7 You say, "When we marry?".

'Cos you're not bitter.

C There'll be none

of him no more.

B7I cried for you

Eon the kitchen floor.

Am Em I cheated myself,

B7 Emlike I knew I would.

AmI told ya,

EmI was trouble.

B7You know that,

EmI'm no good.

Middle 8

(pickup measure) (repeat these four measures)

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

(. = staccato)

Am Sweet reunion,

DmJamaica and Spain.

E We're like how

Amwe were again.

Am I'm in the tub,

DmYou’re on the seat.

E Lick your lips

Amas I soak my feet.

Dm Then you notice

lickle carpet burn.

B7 My stomach drop

and my guts churn.

C You shrug and

it's the worst,

B7to truly stick

Ethe knife in first?

Am Em I cheated myself,

B7 Emlike I knew I would.

AmI told ya,

EmI was trouble.

B7You know that,

EmI'm no good.

Am Em B7 Em