rex paul: Music

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Last time I come to your door
I told myself
Last time I call you on the phone
And no one else
'Cause you're doing me wrong, and you're leading me on to drop me
Like you did before
But I think you'll recall the reciprocal law
When you ask me back once more

Love, love, love, love's a boomerang babe, love's a boomerang

You throw it away, where you think it will stay
But then it comes back around
It flies so fast it knocks you on your ass and then it
Lays you flat on the ground
Not trying to scare you, but make you aware that it
Has a special design
So that when you release the wings have a crease
That make it circle one more time