Lyrics:

Its a shame that you dont know me
'Cause I never made it past the third string
My coach never gave me a chance
Hes always blowing his whistle at me

Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three
Ill stick with twos
I dont wanna make a steal unless you make a pass
Ill never personal foul you

Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didnt know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound
I called time out, it was too late

Its a shame that you dont know me
'Cause I never made it past the third string, no no
My coach never gave me a chance
Hes always blowing his whistle at me

Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three
Ill stick with twos
I dont wanna make a steal unless you make a pass
Ill never personal foul you

Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters
I didnt know he was six foot eight
He shoved me inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound
I called time out, it was too late
I called time out, it was too late