Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu 

while I was thinking you didn't 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 can't 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 I'm not use to this, 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 

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 kerb 

With you battered jeans and your beastie tee 

Now I can't work like this 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 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 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 easily disturbed 

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