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

And now I feel so small discovering you knew

How much more torture would you have me put 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 yeah and your Beastie 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 used to this no no I observe yeah I don't chase

But now I'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face yeah

And the melodramas of my day delivery blows

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

Although my pride is not easily disturbed yeah

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee yeah

Now I can't work like this no with you next to me yeah yeah yeah

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind

Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind

Oh it serves to condition me and smoothen 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 as such

But I never hated myself for my age so much yeah

And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah

You sent me flying oh 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 no with you next to me yeah

And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah

You sent me flying oh when you kicked me to the curb

So with your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee

Her name is Cherry

We've just met

but already she knows me better than you

She understands me after 18 years

but 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 don't know how to turn you down

and you're so thick and my pages are thin

So I got me a new best friend

With a pick-up that puts you to shame

and Cherry is her name

And when I'm lone-ly

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 a mule

May-be 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