Lyrics Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse

You Sent Me Flying

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

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 is not easy to disturb, yeah

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie 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 used to this, no, no, I observe, yeah I don't chase

But now I'm stuck with consequences thrust in my face, yeah

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, yeah

Although my pride is not easily disturbed, yeah

You sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee, yeah

Now I can't work like this, no, with you next to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind

Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind

Oh, it serves to condition me and smoothen 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 as such

But I never hated myself for my age so much, yeah

And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah

You sent me flying, oh when you kicked me to the curb

So with your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee

Now I can't work like this, no, no, with you next to me, yeah

And although my pride is not easy to disturb, yeah

You sent me flying, oh when you kicked me to the curb

So with your battered jeans, yeah and your Beastie tee