Слушать бесплатно You Sent Me Flying / Cherry

"Lent you outsidaz 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 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, yeah And although my pride is not easy to disturb You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With you 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 blugdeon my futile tears And I'm not used to this, no, no, I observe, I don't chase So now I'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face, yeah And the melodramas of my day deliver 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, yeah And although my pride, yeah, is not easily disturbed, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb With you battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie's tee Now I can't work like this, 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 Oh, it serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks, yeah 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've never hated myself for my age so much, yeah And although my pride's not easily disturbed, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb So with you battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie tee Now I can't work like this, no no, with you next to me, yeah And although my pride's not easy to disturbed, yeah You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb So with your battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie tee 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 stubborn as a 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 "