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

 

So 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

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With you battered jeans and your Beastie tee

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

 

And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years

It just serves to blugdeon my futile tears

And I'm not used to this, no, no, I observe, I don't chase

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

 

And the melodramas of my day deliver 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

 

And although my pride, yeah, is not easily disturbed, yeah

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With you battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie's tee

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

Oh, it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks, yeah

Despite my frustation 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's not easily disturbed, yeah

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

So with you 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's not easy to disturbed, yeah

You sent me flying 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 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 stubborn as a 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

Writer(s): Salaam Remi, Felix Howard, Amy Winehouse Copyright: Salaam Remi Music Inc., Emi Music Publishing Ltd., Emi April Music Inc.

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