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

One, two, three, four
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
I called time out it was too late
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