Paroles de Boomerang
He likes to play an electric guitarHe does sing, but not in a choir
He thinks he's cool with his 19” tires
Got the looks but he's playing with fire
Always comes back like a boomerang back to me
The words of a liar do hurt like breaking a knee
Sober feels out of control
Evenings are high, morning are lowW
He can't accept that he's getting thirty
He's oh so slow, never in a hurry
He serves desire with hurt as a potion to me
Whenever he's gone he reinvents the word free
Sober feels out of control
Evenings are high, morning are lowW
He can't accept that he's getting thirty
He's oh so slow, never in a hurry
He serves desire with hurt as a potion to me
Whenever he's gone he reinvents the word free
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