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