Amy Winehouse You Sent Me Flying Lyrics

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 easy to disturb
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 easly 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 my 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 easly 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 my pride is not easy to disturb
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.

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 knew 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're stubborn as 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.