Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu
while I was thinking you didnīt have a clue
tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed you downstairs with a malboro 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
And although my pride is not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I canīt work like this 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 Iīm not use to this, I observe, I donīt chase
So now Iīm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
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 Iīm not as into you as I appear to be
And although my prideīs not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I canīt work like this with you next to me
His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
maybe if I get this down Iīll get it off my mind
It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks
despite my frustation for the way that he thinks
and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
At least youīre attracted to me which I did not expect
didnīt think you get my number down and such
but I never hated myself for my age so much
And although my prideīs not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I canīt work like this with you next to me
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