Your rolled up sleeves and
You said, what did you do with him today?
And sniffed me out like I
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
Upstairs in bed with my ex -boy
He's in a place, but I can't give joy
Thinking of you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
But not to me, you're chip and pitter
You say when we're married,
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
Yeah, you know that I'm no good