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

So 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 is not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With you battered jeans and your Beastie tee
Now I can't work like this, no no, with you next to me

And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to blugdeon my futile tears
And I'm not used to this, no, no, I observe, I don't chase
So now I'm stuck with consequences [bad word] in my face, yeah

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, yeah

And although my pride, yeah, is not easily disturbed, yeah
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With you battered jeans, yeah, and your Beastie's tee
Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me