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
And now I feel so small discovering you knew
How much more torture would you have me put 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 yeah
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee
Now I can't work like this no no with you next to me
And although he's nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I'm not used to this no no I observe yeah I don't chase
But now I'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face yeah
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 yeah
Although my pride is not easily disturbed yeah
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans yeah and your Beastie tee yeah
Now I can't work like this no with you next to me yeah yeah yeah
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 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 as such
But I never hated myself for my age so much yeah
And although my pride is not easy to disturb yeah
You sent me flying oh when you kicked me to the curb
So with your 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 is not easy to disturb yeah
You sent me flying oh 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 18 years
but 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 don't know how to turn you down
and you're so thick and my pages are thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pick-up that puts you to shame
and Cherry is her name
And when I'm lone-ly
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're stubborn as a mule
May-be 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