Amy Winehouse You Sent Me Flying Live быдлу не

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, thrust 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