Because I couldn’t figure her out

            I had to sell myself by the seat of my pants

            Simple as that

 

            So I became a switch-hitter,

            Played both sides of the line,

            Worked on my backhand and

            Drove to the left down the lane

 

            The long ball, the bomb, the overhead smash and the

            Dunk

            Weren’t the only tricks up my sleeve

 

            When push came to shove

            I could load the bases,

            Chew up the clock,

            Hit from the baseline, forever, and

            Bury a three, or two, 

            In overtime

 

            But she was snake eyes all the way

 

            Until I closed my own and rolled the dice

            And just stopped playing games