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 you, chips and pitta, You say ’when we 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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