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 |