[Verse 1]
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.

[Pre-chorus 1]
Gm
  'Cause 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 on you
       Gm
in the final throes,
A
This is when
   Dm
my buzzer goes.

[Pre-chorus 2]
Gm
  Run out to meet your chips and pitta.
E7
You say, "When we marry?" 'cause 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 on the seat.
A
Lick your lips
     Dm
as I soak my feet.

[Pre-chorus 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
who truly stuck
    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.

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

[Outro]
Dm  Am  E7  Am  x3
(fade out)