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Linda Allen
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Coach's Wife
I am the coach's wife, it's not The life I would have chosen But here I am at 42 degrees Sitting in the bleachers, leanin' on my knees Hopin' my boy gets a hit, oh, please Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please
Little did I know when I married my husband Underneath the poet and the peaceful warrior Lurked the heart of a super-sized jock Who rocked our baby to baseball talk Presented him a bat before he could walk
I like to hike and maybe some biking Theater and concerts, poetry dates But fate just laughed and gave me him もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com With his trickster eyes and Saturday grin And it's off to the ball park once again
Hum, batter, batter, Hum, batter, batter Give it a ride, give it a ride Find a gap, sit back and drive it Slide, slide, slide
I'm in love with my boys of summer My boys of spring and fall and winter Oh, my God, it's a suicide squeeze My boy's in the middle, it's 42 degrees The coach, his dad, is on his knees Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please
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