| There was a guy like 6 foot 2
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| He was red and I was blue
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| A good looking player
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| But player by nature too
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| He ran in circles, I read between
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| Those lines of his that were Roy Keane
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| But remember this indeed
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| The game is won by endurance, not just speed
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| So gimme all you got and don’t blow your shot
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| And you may score
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| But just be sure, you don’t come up a little forward
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| Is that a tear in your eye, did I hurt your pride?
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| Boys don’t cry
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| My red flags high, offside
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| Where is the goal?
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| You said you need to stand alone
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| To keep me up at home
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| Oh well, the balls in your court
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| I don’t dive, you tripped me in my stride
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| 'Cause damn he got those eyes, hey Ronaldo
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| So gimme all you got and don’t blow your shot
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| And you may score
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| But just be sure, you don’t come up a little forward
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| Is that a tear in your eye, did I hurt your pride?
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| 'Cause boys don’t cry
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| My red flags high, offside
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| Where is the goal? |
| (Where's the goal?)
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| You said you need to stand alone (He needs to stand alone)
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| To keep me up at home
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| Oh well, the balls in your court (The balls in your court)
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| I don’t dive, you tripped me in my stride (You tripped me in my stride)
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| Damn he got those eyes, hey Ronaldo
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| I was paying attention
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| To your switch in direction
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| It was like you wanted me pregnant
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| Within the first 20 seconds
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| Look I’m sure there’ll be seconds you got my manager stressing, yeah
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| The tackle looked reckless
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| Like you been pushing at benches
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| I like my man in the trenches
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| You’re in my fantasy league
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| You’re finding your feet, high key
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| Let’s just do it Nike
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| And transfer your whole weight
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| But wait 'til our third date
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| And if you weren’t so keen
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| We could make a dream team
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| Where is the goal?
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| You said you need to stand alone
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| To keep me up at home
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| Oh well, the balls in your court (The balls in your court)
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| I don’t dive (Don't dive), you tripped me in my stride (In my stride)
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| 'Cause damn he got those eyes, hey Ronaldo
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| So gimme all you got and don’t blow your shot
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| And you may score
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| But just be sure, you don’t come up a little forward
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| Is that a tear in your eye, did I hurt your pride?
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| 'Cause boys don’t cry
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| My red flags high, offside
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| My red flags high, offside
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| My red flags high, offside |