| Song | Boomerang |
| Artist | Hooverphonic |
| Album | Reflection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| He likes to play an electric guitar | |
| He 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 |
| He likes to play an electric guitar | |
| He 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 |
| He likes to play an electric guitar | |
| He 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 |