Dm
 Meet you downstairs
       Gm
in the bar and hurt
     A
your rolled up sleeves
         Dm
in your skull t-shirt.
         Dm
You say, "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 men 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 throes,
A
 This is when
   Dm
my buzzer goes.

[Bridge 2]
Gm
 Run out to meet
your chips and pitta.
E7
 You say, "When we marry?".
'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]
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.

[Middle 8]
  (pickup measure)  (repeat these four measures)
   Am               Dm          . .   Am          . .   E7          . .   Am          . .
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
B|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-5---------------|-----------------|
G|------4-5-4-----|-7---------8-7-5-|-------------5---|-----------8-7-5-|-------------5---|
D|----7-------7---|-----------------|-7---------7---7-|-----------------|-7---------7---7-|
A|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|
E|----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|

(. = staccato)

[Verse 3]
Dm
 Sweet reunion,
  Gm
Jamaica 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 drop
and my guts churn.
F
 You shrug and
it's the worst,
   E7
to truly stick
    A
the knife in first?

[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.