you send me flying / cherry

lent you outsiders 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 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 yeah

you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

with your battered jeans and your beastie tee

now i can't work like this

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

i don't chase

so now i'm stuck with consequences

thrust in my face

and the melodramas of my day delivery 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

and although my pride's not easily disturbed

you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

with your battered jeans and your beastie tee yeah yeah

now i can't work like this with you next to me yeah yeah

his message was brutal but the delivery was kind

maybe if i get this down i'll get it off my mind

it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks

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's

yeah

not easily disturbed

yeah

you sent me flying 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

with you next to me

and although my pride's

yeah

not easily disturbed

yeah

you sent me flying 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

with you next to me

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'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