Football
December, 2001
It's football Sunday and I'm drinkin' with the foolsWhen I look down the bar and there on a stoolShe looks good, she looks tough, now she looks my way,Hey, gimme the ball and watch me run my plays.I say, "Hey, sweet mama, I been scoutin' you,I like your style and I like your moves."But the bitch looks away like I'm not even alive,First and 10 on my 25,So I try a pass--she don't blink at all,Second and 10--I'll run the damn ball.So I try a little sneak round her tight end,She throws me...
