| 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 beasties tee
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| Now I can't work like this with you next to me
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| And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
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| It just serves to bludgeon 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
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| So I'm not as into you as I appear to be
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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 beasties tee
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| Now I can't work like this with you next to me
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| 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 my kinks
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| Despite my frustration 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 beasties tee
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| Now I can't work like this with you next to me |