...YOU SENT ME FLYING... by Amy Winehouse
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*from 'Frank' (2004)*
Verse 1:
Lent you Out-si -daz, and my new Badu.
While I was 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.
Bridge 1:
So now I feel so small, discover-ing 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.
Chorus 1:
And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.
With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,
Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.
Verse 2:
And although he is no -thing, 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.
But now I'm sick with conse-quences, thrust in my face.
Bridge 2:
And the melodramas of my day de-livery blows,
That surpass your re-jection; it just goes to show.
A simple attraction, that reflects right back to me,
So I'm not as into you, as I ap-pear to be.
Chorus 2:
And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.
With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,
Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.
Verse 3:
His message was bru-tal, but the delivery was kind.
Maybe if I get this down, I'll get it off my mind.
It serves to con-dition me, and smoothen my kinks,
Despite my frus-tration, for the way that he thinks.
Bridge 3:
And I knew the speech, when it came, would be to that effect,
At least you're attracted to me, which I did not expect.
Didn't think you'd get my number down and such,
But I've never hated myself for my age, so much.
Chorus 3:
And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.
With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,
Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.
Chorus 4:
And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,
You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.
With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,
Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.
(Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)