paroles de chanson You Sent Me Flying / Cherry - Amy Winehouse
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,
uh
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,
yeah,
it's
not
easy
to
disturb,
yeah
You
sent
me
flying
when
you
kicked
me
to
the
curb
With
your
battered
jeans
and
your
Beastie's
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
use
to
this,
no,
no
I
observe,
yeah,
I
don't
chase
But
now
I
sit
with
consequences,
thrust
in
my
face,
yeah
And
the
melodramas
of
my
day
deliver
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
And
although
my
pride,
yeah,
is
not
easily
disturbed,
yeah,
yeah
You
sent
me
flying
when
you
kick-kicked
me
to
the
curb
With
your
battered
jeans,
yeah,
and
your
Beastie's
tee,
yeah,
yeah
Now
I
can't
work
like
this,
no,
with
you
next
to
me
His
message
was
brutal
But
the
delivery
was
kind
Maybe
if
I
get
this
down,
I'll
get
it
off
my
mind,
yeah
Oh,
it
serves
to
condition
me
and
smoothed
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
and
such
But
I've
never
hated
myself
for
my
age
so
much,
yeah
And
although
my
pride,
yeah,
is
not
easy
to
disturb,
yeah
You
sent
me
flying
when
you
kicked
me
to
the
curb
So
with
your
battered
jeans
and
your
Beastie's
tee
Now
I
can't
work
like
this,
no,
no,
with
you
next
to
me,
yeah
And
although
my
pride,
yeah,
is
not
easy
to
disturb,
yeah
You
sent
me
flying,
yeah,
when
you
kicked
me
to
the
curb
So
with
your
battered
jeans
and
your
Beastie's
tee
Her
name
is
Cherry
We've
just
met
But
already
she
knows
me
better
than
you
She
understands
me
After
18
years
And
you
still
don't
see
me
like
you
ought
to
do
Maybe
we
could
talk
'bout
things
If
you
was
made
of
wood
and
strings
While
I
love
her
every
sound
I
dunno
how
to
tune
you
down
And
you're
so
thick
and
my
patience's
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
'bout
things
If
you
was
made
of
wood
and
strings
You
might
think
I've
gone
too
far
I'm
talking
'bout
my
new
guitar
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