Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu 
while I was thinking you 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 
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 

And although my pride is not easily disturbed 
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb 
With you battered jeans and your beastie 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 blugdeon my futile tears 
And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase 
So now I'm stuck with consequences, [bad word] in my face 
And the melodramas of my day delivery blows 
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 

And although my pride's not easily disturbed 
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb 
With you battered jeans and your beastie 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 mi 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 and such 
but I never hated myself for my age so much 

And although my pride's not easily disturbed 
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb 
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee 
Now I can't work like this with you next to me