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| Cm | Fm | |
| Meet you downstairs in the | bar and hurt |
| G7 | Cm | |
| your | rolled up sleeves in your s | kull t-shirt. |
| Cm | Fm | |
| You said wha | t did you do with | him today? |
| G7 | Cm | |
| And | sniffed me out like I was | Tanqueray |
| BRIDGE: |
| Fm | |
| 'Cos you're my fella, my guy. |
| D7 | |
| Hand me your Stella and fly. |
| Cm | |
| By the time, I'm out the door, |
| D7 | G | |
| You | tear men down like | Roger Moore. |
| CHORUS: |
| Cm | Gm | D7 | Gm | |
| I cheated myself, | like I | knew I would | . |
| Cm | Gm | |
| I | told ya, I was | trouble. |
| D7 | Gm | |
| You | know that, I'm no | good. |
| After chorus this riff leads into next verse |
E|--------------------|
B|--------------------|
G|--------------------|
D|--------------------|
A|-----------5-6------|
E|-3-5-6-5-3----------|
| Verse 2: |
| Cm | Fm | |
| Upstairs in bed with | my ex boy. |
| G7 | Cm | |
| He's in the place, but I | can�t get joy. |
| Cm | Fm | |
| Thinking of you in the | final throes, |
| G7 | Cm | |
| This is when my bu | zzer goes. |
| Bridge 2: |
| Fm | |
| Run out to me, your chips and pitta. |
| D7 | |
| You say when we�re married 'Cos you're not bitter. |
| Cm | |
| There'll be none of him no more. |
| D7 | |
| I | cried for you on the kitchen floor. |
| CHORUS (Same lyrics) |
| interlude: |
| (this riff can also be used in the later choruses) |
E|------------------|------------------|
B|------------------|------------------|
G|-------5--6-5-----|-------7-5h6------|
D|-5-8-5--------8-5-|-5-8-5-------8-5--|
A|------------------|------------------|
E|------------------|------------------|
| Verse 3: |
| Cm | Fm | |
| Sweet reunion, J | a-maica and Spain. |
| G7 | Cm | |
| We're like how we | were again. |
| Cm | Fm | |
| I'm in the tub, | You�re on the seat. |
| G7 | Cm | |
| Lick your lips as I | soak my feet. |
| Bridge 3: |
| Fm | |
| Then you notice lickle carpet burn. |
| D7 | |
| My stomach drops and my guts churn. |
| Cm | |
| You shrug and it's the worst, |
| D7 | |
| to | truly stick the knife in first. |
| CHORUS (x2) |
| OUTRO: Cm, Gm, D7, Cm |