Letras: Teenage Bottlerocket. Other. Rebound.

It's a shame that you don't know me 'cause I never made it past the third string

But coach never game me a chance, he's always blowing his whistle at me

Put me in your game and I promise not to shoot a three, I'll stick with twos

I don't want to make a steal unless you make a pass, I'll never personal foul you



Did you have to give your boyfriend all my letters?

I didn't know he was six-foot-eight

He shoved inside a locker and I ended up on the rebound

I called time out, it was too late



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