First and Ten
I first seen you across the bar,Thinking how can i get her back to my car.
As I sat there rehearsing every line in the book.
And I seen you, just sitting there,
Giving me that awkward stare,
Thinking to myself, oh lord whats gonna transpire.
So I got another shot of liquid courage,
sucked in my breath to hide my luggage,
And shuffled on over to you.
And I sat there, listening to you struggle,
Asking if you wanted to huddle,
Come back later, and try that play again?
And I said no! the play ain't dead!
Let's start again from first and ten.
I'm going for the touchdown this time, my friend.
And I screamed like hell you are!
This games over, I'm headed to the car,
And don't you get within that fifty yard line.
And I realised to myself,
cursed my self, and cursed my life.
Thats the night that I got drunk
and tried to pick up on my own wife!
And you chased me into the night,
Said that I should come back inside,
And I said that you should go to hell.
And I said baby I was only jokin',
You just looked so good that i was hopin',
That I could have the pleasure of falling in love with you again!
So I said hunny, you wont make the team,
You should play left back... If you know what I mean,
Left back, right there in the locker room.
And I said fine I'll show you,
I'll go get me a cheerleader or two.
Show you I ain't no slacker I will.
So I said slacker.. I had your line backer
And I think his name was Phil?
And Barry, and Larry and Bill and Clark.
And I said, wow you get around.
Leave it to you to draw the crowd...
And since you're admitting this little mixer,
By the way I had your sister..
And right about then is when everything got dark
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