Lyrics Amy Winehouse – You Send Me Flying / Cherry

You send me Flying
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

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 and your Beastie tee
Now I can’t work like this, 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 use to this, no no, 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
And 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 curb
With your battered jeans and your Beastie tee yeah yeah
Now I can’t work like this with you next to me yeah yeah

His message was brutal 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 my kinks
Despite my frustration for the way that he thinks
And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect

And although my pride’s, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah
You sent me flying 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, with you next to me

And although my pride’s, yeah, not easily disturbed, yeah
You sent me flying 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, with you next to me

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 dunno 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’re stubborn as 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