PGF

—  Can’t you hear the crowd roaring?

—  Cheers all around stacked with the hoots for the girls,

—  The dew-covered grass early in the morning,

—  Filling up my lungs with the adrenaline rush.

 

—  Game 1 comes and all hype is big,

—  Everybody’s pumped and ready to go,

—  But guess who gets to touch the beautifully chalked dirt.

—  The new girls from Timbuktu.

 

—  They didn’t help us get to where we were

—  Yet half of them are on the field,

—  Slowly causing the demise of our hard work

 

—  The game is over and the damage is done,

—  No one’s happy and at lost for words

—  We still got another chance let’s make the best of it

 

—  Game 2 comes and all hype is big,

—  Everybody’s pumped and ready to go,

—  And guess who gets to touch the beautifully chalked dirt.

—  Us girls who’s been there from day 1,

—  Who’s got us to where we were.

 

—  The game is over and everyone’s cheering,

—  Laughter and celebration follow

—  The fight begins

—  Here come the killers

 

—  Game 3 comes and all hype is big,

—  Everybody’s pumped and ready to go,

—  But guess who gets to touch the beautifully chalked dirt.

—  The new girls from Timbuktu.

—  And it all crashes down

 

—  The game is over and the damage is done,

—  No one’s happy and some are at lost for words

—  We thought we still got another chance

—  What was so different?

 

—  The girls from Timbuktu ruined our chances

—  It was already too late to change.

—  The higher ups wanted the new girls from Timbuktu on the field

—  Our demise was the price

 

—  Can’t you hear the crowd roaring?

—  The roar of anger and sorrow

—  The smell of the cow pie that was

—  PGF

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