Jet Pac Boomerang Nick Lowe

What can you do
When you can’t get through
To a bad baby
One that’ll run you round like a taxi ride

Each time I quit I get nowhere fast
She works some kind of magic until at last
She’s got me running back
Like a jet pac boomerang

What can you say
When you can’t keep away
From a bad, bad, bad baby
You better believe you’re gonna hang your head and cry

Each time I say, “That’s it, I’m done”
She’s got a way of going “whoa, come on”
That gets me running back
Like a jet pac boomerang

Yes but when she says she loves me
Angel choirs sing
Stars come out in the daytimе
And I forgive her evеrything

I ask her is it true
You only make me blue, baby
‘Cause you know that I’ll be back
Like a jet pac boomerang