Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt
You say, “What did you do with him today?”
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray

‘Cause you’re my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I’m out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore

I cheated 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 a place but I can’t get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
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 you, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

Sweet reunion Jamaica and Spain
We’re like how we were again
I’m in the tub, you on the seat
Lick your lips as a I soak my feet

And then you notice likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug and it’s the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I’m no good

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I’m no good

He left no time to regret kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry get on without my guy

You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked, I’ll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.. I go back to us

I love you much, It’s not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her and I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her and I go back to

Black, black, black,
black, black, black, black
I go back to..
I go back to..

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

They tried to make me go to rehab, I said no, no, no
Yes I’ve been black and when I come back, you’ll know, know, know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
Just try to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go

I’d rather be at home with Ray
I ain’t got seventy days
Cos there’s nothing,there’s nothing you can teach me
That I can’t learn from Mr Hathaway

Didn’t get a lot in class
But I know it don’t come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know, know, know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
Just try to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go

The man said “why you think you here?”
I said “I got no idea”
I’m gonna, I’m gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near
He said “I just think you’re depressed”
This me “Yeah baby, and the rest”

They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know, know, know

I don’t ever want to drink again
I just, ooh just need a friend
I’m not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I’m on the mend

And it’s not just my pride
It’s just till these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab I said no, no, no
Yes I’ve been black but when I come back you’ll know, know, know
I ain’t got the time
And if my daddy thinks I’m fine
Just try to make me go to rehab I won’t go, go, go!

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

One I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed, profound
Till the chips were down
know you’re a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I battle blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game