| You seem at home on the court
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| Let’s say that I’ve played around
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| Well you don’t look like the sort
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| My hidden talents abound
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| A competitor hasn’t been found to defeat me
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| I’ll bet you’re a real good sport
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| Shall we say the ball is in your court
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| I’ll bet you like to play rough
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| I like to work up a sweat
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| And you just can’t get enough
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| I’m good for more than one set
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| But I promise I’ll show no regret if you beat me
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| My backhand is clearly my forte
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| Shall we say the ball is in your court
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| No one ever plays with me
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| I thought your next of kin did
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| My husband never plays with me
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| He’s too easily winded
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| You leave me breathless too
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| Wait till our match is through
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| I may lack form and finesse
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| But I warm up in a jiff
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| It’s not exciting unless
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| The competition is stiff
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| I think I understand your racket
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| I’m not in your league
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| But you can hack it
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| This game commences with love
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| Well I think love is a bore
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| Let’s give the tempo a shove
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| And raise the stakes a bit more
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| One thing I’m positive of
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| It’s time for someone to score |
| Tell me how you like to play
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| On grass or clay and ev’ry day
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| They’re both okay but time is running short
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| Darling, let’s don’t dilly dally
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| Ready for a rousing rally
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| Shall we say the ball is in your court
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| Shall we say the ball is in your court |