MOG

This is when my buzzer goes
I cheated myself

I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
I cheated myself
I told you I was trouble
My stomach drop and my guts churn
Lick your lips as a I soap my feet
You say, "when we married," 'cause you're not bitter
Like I knew I would

Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain

You know that I'm no good
I told you I was trouble
You say, "What did you do with him today?"
I told you I was trouble
Thinking on you in the final throes
And then you notice likkle carpet burns
Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
Like I knew I would
You shrug and it's the worst
"There'll be none of him no more"
You tear men down like Roger Moore
We're like how we were again

Like I knew I would

You know that I'm no good
By the time I'm out the door
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
Who truly stuck the knife in first
He's in a place but I can't get joy

You know that I'm no good
I told you I was trouble
I cheated myself
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
Like I knew I would