You sent me flying / Cherry

You Sent Me Flying / Cherry

Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu
While you were thinkin 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, yea.

And although my pride is not easy to disturb
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, no, no, with you next to me

And although he is 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, yea, I don't chase
But now I sit with consequences, thrust in my face, yea
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 I'm not as into you as I appear to be, yea.

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
Now I can't work like this, no, 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
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 and such
but I never hated myself for my age so much

And although my pride's not easy to disturb
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
So. with your battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this, no, no, with you next to me

And although my pride is not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
So with your battered jeans and your beastie tee yea (fades out)



Cerise

Son nom est Cerise
Nous venons juste de nous rencontrer
Mais elle me connaît déjà mieux que toi
Elle me comprend
Et après dix-huit ans
Toi tu persistes à ne pas me voir comme tu le devrais

Peut-être pourrions-nous discuter
Si tu étais fait(e) de bois et de cordes
Tandis que j'aime chacun de ses sons
Je ne sais pas comment te rejeter
Tu es si obtus(e), et ma patience si mince
Donc je me suis trouvé une nouvelle meilleure amie
Avec un micro qui te met la honte
Et Cerise est son nom

Et quand je me sens seule
Cerise est là
Et elle joue tandis que je chante mon blues
Je pourrais pleurer
Et tu t'en fiches
Tu ne me rappelleras pas