Lent you outsiders 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 malboro 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

And although my pride is not easy to disturb,
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans and your beasties tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I'm not used to this, I observe, I don't chase
So now I sit with consequences [bad word] in my face
And the melodramas of my day deliver blows
That surpass your rejection it just goes to show
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 
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans and your beasties tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

His message was [bad word] but the delivery was kind
Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind
It serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks
Despite my [bad word] for the way that he thinks
And I knew the [bad word]  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

And although my pride's not easy to disturb 
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With your battered jeans and your beasties tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me (fade [bad word] out)