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.
Fin