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Flying out of the stadium is a hardball to heaven's stair My team beat yours 11 to 1, my dear a minor trouncing, majorly fair Strike one, strike two, strike three I was tossed from your league The fun had been you but the game was up- I had to leave I gambled it bad and I chose the wrong sport for the team It should've been wimpier like volleyball Your fastball was entirely desperate never should have thrown it on the 2-0 Your catcher tried to signal curveball but he wasn't quick enough and he was too on the down-low The statistics were mine, but the spirit was yours through the season Now, the only pleasure I get is from the beat downs that my city brings to yours The satisfaction I get is from the beat downs that my city brings to yours But, it's only 'cause I'm superstitious that if my team beats yours I've also beaten your Songtexteresentments and all your judgments, your memory and sweet things you promised to me like Baby, we're gonna marry and Honey-Child, we'll have a baby and Sweetie-Pie, we're solid as a rock and Precious, I am eternally yours Aus Songtexte Mania