Boomerang

boomerang

funk is like a boomerang

you can throw it away

it`s coming back next day

coming home to my girl after a long hard tour

lookin`rather pale and feel burned out

every single finger tells l`histoire dàmour

the wounds upon my body leave no doubt

now that i am looking into my girls eyes

i swear a thousand times that i`ll be true oooh

guess what she said she said you cant disguise

just wait a while the funk is coming back to you

she said

funk is like a boomerang...

as you can imagine this was not the first time

i`ve been through that again and again and again

my funky mother's milk was full of funk devine

i can`t deny the funk`s in every single vain

you know

funk is like a boomerang