sábado, 3 de abril de 2010

You know that I'm no good



I cheated myself
like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
he's in the place, but I can't get joy
thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
you say when we're married cause you're not bitter
there'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I'm no good

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