A game played for one fan
12 players showing off trying to be the man
I'm lucky number 13 sitting at the side line
Watching as the players bounce so fine.
Playing with some cool style
Trying to get some fame in their file
And yet never succeed to make a basket
But the fan still cheer on with racket.
When a player decides to rest
It's my turn to show that I'm the best
Given the opportunity to get the ball
My 17 years of education gave me a call.
With little style
And without thinking of my social style
I did an accurate toss
Where there's no chance of a cost.
I have made the basket!
But there's no racket...
Nothing but a little giggle
Even though my shot won the metal.
The fan laughed at my educated girly toss
There and then, all my hope in women is lost.
