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Verse 1:

Dm
 Meet you downstairs
       Gm
in the bar and heard
     A
your rolled up sleeves
         Dm
in your skull t-shirt.
        Dm
Said what did you do
     Gm
with him today?
    A
And sniff me out
           Dm
like I was Tanqueray.

Bridge:

Gm
 'Cos you're
my fella, my guy.
E7
 Hand me your
Stella and fly.
F
 By the time,
I'm out the door,
    E7
You tear me down
     A
like Roger Moore.

Chorus:

Dm                 Am
 I cheated myself,
       E7     Am
like I knew I would.
  Dm
I told ya,
      Am
I was trouble.
    E7
You know that,
       Am
I'm no good.

Verse 2:

Dm
 Upstairs in bed
     Gm
with my ex boy.
A
 He's in the place,
      Dm
but I can’t get joy.
Dm
 Thinking of you
       Gm
in the final throws,
A
 This is when
   Dm
my buzzer goes.

Bridge 2:

Gm
 Run out to me,
your chips and pitta.
E7
 You say when we’re married.
'Cos you're not bitter.
F
 There'll be none
of him no more.
  E7
I cried for you
       A
on the kitchen floor.

Chorus (Same lyrics)

Middle 8

Verse 3:

Dm
 Sweet reunion,
   Gm
Ja-maica and Spain.
A
 We're like how
   Dm
we were again.
Dm
 I'm in the tub,
    Gm
You’re on the seat.
A
 Lick your lips
     Dm
as I soak my feet.

Bridge 3:

Gm
 Then you notice
lickle carpet burn.
E7
 My stomach drops
and my guts churn.
F
 You shrug and
it's the worst,
   E7
to truly stick
    A
the knife in first.


Chorus (x2)

Outro: Dm, Am, E7, Am