What goes around might not come back around
That happen to me and my baby

It was a cold November
About to go in December
Then I saw him
Dancing with another
I didn't know if I should of called him my baby

What goes around might not come back around
What goes around might not come back around
That happen to me and my baby

It was a warm February
Never thought of losing you
So many things that happen with you
My eyes are stuck on you
Never thought if turning around

What comes around might not come back around
What comes around might not come back around
That happen to me and my baby
What comes around might not come back around

Thanks. Maybe I should become a song writer.

yeah.

what do you really want to be?
Nobody can tell you who to be.

That's cool. So technical will work.