| Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu
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| while I was thinking you didn’t have a clue
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| tough to sort files with your voice in my head
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| So then I bribed you downstairs with a malboro red
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| so now I feel so small discovering you knew
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| How much more torture would you have put me through?
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| you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
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| or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes
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| And although my pride is not easily disturbed
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| you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
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| With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
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| Now I can’t work like this with you next to me And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
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| it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears
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| And I’m not use to this, I observe, I don’t chase
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| So now I’m stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
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| And the melodramas of my day delivery blows
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| that surpass your rejection it just goes to show
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| 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 easily disturbed
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| you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
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| With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
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| Now I can’t work like this with you next to me His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
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| maybe if I get this down I’ll get it off my mind
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| It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks
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| despite my frustation for the way that he thinks
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| and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
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| At least you’re attracted to me which I did not expect
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| didn’t think you get my number down and such
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| but I never hated myself for my age so much
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| And although my pride’s not easily disturbed
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| you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
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| With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
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| Now I can’t work like this with you next to me |