You Sent Me Flying / Cherry

Lent you Outsidaz 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, uh 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, yeah, it's not easy to disturb, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With your battered jeans and your Beastie's tee Now I can't work like this, no, no, 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, yeah, I don't chase But now I sit with consequences, thrust in my face, yeah And the melodramas of my day deliver 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, yeah And although my pride, yeah, is not easily disturbed, yeah, yeah You sent me flying when you kick-kicked me to the curb With your battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie's tee, yeah, yeah Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me His message was brutal But the delivery was kind Maybe if I get this down, I'll get it off my mind, yeah Oh, it serves to condition me and smoothed my kinks, yeah 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 and such But I've never hated myself for my age so much, yeah And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to disturb, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb So with your battered jeans and your Beastie's tee Now I can't work like this, no, no, with you next to me, yeah And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to disturb, yeah You sent me flying, yeah, when you kicked me to the curb So with your battered jeans and your Beastie's tee Her name is Cherry We've just met But already she knows me better than you She understands me After 18 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 tune you down And you're so thick and my patience's 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