Text: Amy Winehouse. Frank. You Sent Me Flying.
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 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
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
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
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
Frank
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