[ti:You Sent Me Flying / Cherry]
[ar:Amy Winehouse]
[al:Frank]
Amy Winehouse- -You Sent Me Flying / Cherry
Lent you outsiders 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
And although my pride is not easily disturbed yeah
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 no,no with you next to me
And although he is nothing
in the scheme of my years
it just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I'm not use to this, no no
I observe, yeah, I don't chase
and 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 as into you as I appear to be yeah
And although my pride's not easily disturbed yeah
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans yeah and your beastie tee yeah
Now I can't work like this no, with you next to me yeah
His message was brutal
but the delivery was kind
maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind yeah
oh It serves to condition me and smoothen mi 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 and such
but I never hated myself for my age so much yeah
And although my pride's not easily to disturb yeah
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb yem
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee
Now I can't work like this no,no, with you next to me
And although my pride's not easily to disturb yeah
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb yem
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee

Cherry
Her name is Cherry, we've just met
But already she knows me better than you
She understands me after eighteen years
And you still don't see me like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love her every sound
I don't know how to turn you down
You're so thick and my patience thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And Cherry is her name
And when I'm lonely, Cherry's there
And she plays along while I sing out my blues
I could be crying and you don't care
You won't call me back, you stubborn as a mule
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar