WALK-OFF HOME RUN
I was busy hitting singles
And shagging the odd fly ball
Sight of you gave me tingles
When you hit it to the wall.
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How that guy missed it
I shall never know
He had it in his mitt
He brought it in real slow.
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I guess you must've scared him
Given him a tic
Way out there on a limb
You dropped him like a stick.
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The runners all advanced
You drove them bad boys home
The crowd you had entranced
Their cries filled up the dome.
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That's when you noticed me
You caught my little grin
Did I set you free
Amidst the noise and din?
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