Lent you outsiders
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 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, 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 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 use to this, no no
I observe, yeah
I don't chase
But now I'm stuck with consequences
Thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day delivery blows
And 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
And you sent me flying
When you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans, yeah
And your Beastie tee, yeah yeah
Now I can't work like this, no
With you next to me, 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
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, yeah
Is not easily disturbed, yeah
You sent me flying
When you kicked me to the curb
So with your battered jeans, yeah
And your Beastie tee, yeah
Now I can't work like this, no no
With you next to me, yeah
And although my pride, yeah
Is not easily disturbed, yeah
You sent me flying
When you kicked me to the curb
So with your battered jeans, yeah
And your Beastie tee, yeah
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 about things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love her every sound
I don't know 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're stubborn as mule
Maybe we could talk about things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking about my new guitar