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Well, you say that I treat you
Like a book on a shelf.
I don't take you out that often,
Because I know that I completed you
And that's why you are here,
That's the reason you stay here.
How awful that must feel.
You said you'd be my dream
I could have you every night,
And if by morning I'd forgotten you
Well, no big deal, that'd be all right,
Because you're the reoccuring kind.
You are the reoccuring kind,
You never really leave my mind.
Are you the love of my lifetime,
Because there's been times I've had my doubts?
We were just kids when I first kissed you,
In the attic of my parents' house,
And I wish we were there now.
I took so long to figure out
What this book has been about.
Now you'll write when you're away
Letters that I'll never read.
I said, "Go explore those other women
The geography of their bodies,
But there's just one map you'll need.
You're a boomerang you'll see,
You will return to me..."
Like a book on a shelf.
I don't take you out that often,
Because I know that I completed you
And that's why you are here,
That's the reason you stay here.
How awful that must feel.
You said you'd be my dream
I could have you every night,
And if by morning I'd forgotten you
Well, no big deal, that'd be all right,
Because you're the reoccuring kind.
You are the reoccuring kind,
You never really leave my mind.
Are you the love of my lifetime,
Because there's been times I've had my doubts?
We were just kids when I first kissed you,
In the attic of my parents' house,
And I wish we were there now.
I took so long to figure out
What this book has been about.
Now you'll write when you're away
Letters that I'll never read.
I said, "Go explore those other women
The geography of their bodies,
But there's just one map you'll need.
You're a boomerang you'll see,
You will return to me..."