No soy buena, lo sabes.

''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 cheated myself like I knew I would. I told ya, I was troubled. You know that I'm no good...
Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy, he's in the place, but I cant get joy, thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes.
Run out to meet your chicks and bitter, you say when we're married cause youre 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.''