[You send me Flying] Lent you outsiders and my new Badu While you were thinking I didn’t have a clue Tough to sort files with your voice in my head So then I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro red
And now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes yeah
And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With your battered jeans and your Beastie tee Now I can’t work like this, with you next to me
And although he’s nothing in the scheme of my years It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears And I’m not use to this, no no, I observe, I don’t chase So now I’m stuck with consequences, thrust in my face And the melodramas of my day delivery blows And that surpass your rejection it just goes to show A simple attraction that reflects right back to me So I’m not as into you as I appear to be
And although my pride’s not easily disturbed You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With your battered jeans and your Beastie tee yeah yeah Now I can’t work like this with you next to me yeah yeah
His message was brutal but the delivery was kind Maybe if I get this down I’ll get it off my mind It serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect At least you’re attracted to me which I did not expect Didn’t think you get my number down as such But I never hated myself for my age so much yeah
And although my pride’s, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee Now I can’t work like this, no, with you next to me
And although my pride’s, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee Now I can’t work like this, no, with you next to me
[Cherry] Her name is Cherry We’ve just met But already she knows me better than you She understands me After eighteen years And you still don’t see me like you ought to do
Maybe we could talk ’bout things If you was made of wood and strings While I love her every sound I dunno how to turn you down You’re so thick and my patience thin So I got me a new best friend With a pickup that puts you to shame And Cherry is her name
And when I’m lonely Cherry’s there And she plays along while I sing out my blues I could be crying And you don’t care You won’t call me back, you’re stubborn as mule Maybe we could talk ’bout things If you was made of wood and strings You might think I’ve gone too far I’m talking ’bout my new guitar