You Know That I'm No Good Acustic

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard

You rolled up sleeves and your skirt is shirt

You said, "What do you do with him today?"

And sniffed me out like I was tangerine

'Cause you're my fella, my guy

Hand me your stella and fly

By the time I'm out the door, you tear me down like Roger Moore.

I did it myself, like I knew I would.

I told you I was trouble, 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.

I'm thinking of you in the final throes. This is when my bones are gone.

Run out to meet you, deep down bitter. You say when we're married 'cause you're not bitter.

there ain't none of him no more. I cried for you on the kitchen floor. I did it

myself oh yeah like I knew I would. I told you I was trouble oh you know that I'm

I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain

We're like how we were again

I'm in the tub, you're on the seat

Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Didn't you notice, little cuttler

My stomach drop and my gut gets churned

You shrug off and it's the words

Who truly stuck the knife in first

I did it myself, oh yeah

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble

Yeah, you know that I'm no good

I did it myself

Like I knew I would

I told y'all I was trouble

Yeah, you know that I'm no good