Verso 1:   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.   Ponte 1:   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.   Verso 2:   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.   Ponte 2:   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.   Verso 3:   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.   Ponte 3:   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.   (Fade)