Abba Music Journal, Stories and Poems

Bang-A-Boomerang

Why do I put up with you? You lie,
you cheat on me and I take you back. I know
you will always come back. Why? You're a bang-a-
boomerang. You will stray but come back.

Making someone happy is a question of give
and take. Love is always around and you can look
for it anywhere. You hug me, you tell me you
love me and other women mean nothing to you.

I love you. I really do and you have money and
you share it with me. I over look your faults
and work for your father's company. I am faithful
to you but I love your money more then I do you.

We both benefit from this relationship. Darling,
have your fun and give me money to go to Paris
and keep me buying what ever I want. I fell in love
with you but after all your affairs, you owe me.

Like a bang, a boom-a-boomerang, a boom-a-
boomerang is love.You and your money will
always be my two loves. Dance with me, hold me
and kiss me. Maybe we deserve each other. Who knows?