Lent you out-si -daz,
And my new Badu.
While I was 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.
So now I feel so small,
Discover-ing you knew.
How much more tor-ture,
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.
And although my pride,
Is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying,
When you kicked me,
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans,
And your beastie tee,
Now I can't work like this,
With you next to me.
And although he,
Is no -thing,
In the scheme,
Of my years.
It just serves,
To bludgeon my,
Futile tears.
And I'm not,
Used to this,
I observe,
I don't chase,
But now I'm sick,
With conse-quences,
Thrust in my face.
And the melodramas,
Of my day de-livery blows,
That surpass your re-jection;
It just goes to show.
A simple attraction,
That reflects,
Right back to me,
So I'm not as into you,
As I ap-pear to be.
And although my pride,
Is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying,
When you kicked me,
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans,
And your beastie tee,
Now I can't work like this,
With you next to me.
His message was bru-tal,
But the delivery was kind.
maybe if I get this down,
I'll get it off my mind.
It serves to con-dition me,
And smoothen my kinks,
Despite my frus-tration,
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'd,
Get my number down and such,
But I never hated myself,
For my age so much
And although my pride,
Is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying,
When you kicked me,
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans,
And your beastie tee,
Now I can't work like this,
With you next to me.
And although my pride,
Is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying,
When you kicked me,
To the kerb.
With you battered jeans,
And your beastie tee,
Now I can't work like this,
With you next to me.
(Fade)