I USED TO LOVE WATCHING SCHOOL SPORTS FRIDAY NIGHTS
THE HALFTIME SHOWS WERE ALWAYS OUT OF SIGHT
BACK THEN THE PRETTY WOMEN WERE ON DRILL TEAMS AND MARCHING BANDS
I ALWAYS WONDERED HOW DID THEY GET SUCH SKILLFUL HANDS
TWIRLING THEIR WANDS IN ALL DIRECTIONS; OVER THEIR HEADS BEHIND THEIR BACKS
THEY'D LIGHT UP THE NIGHT GLITTERED IN GOLD ALOT OF TIMES DRESSED IN BLACK
THOSE WANDS WERE MAGICAL THEN, I REALLY BELIEVE THAT
TO THIS DAY I WONDER WHERE THEY ARE
PROBABLY SOMEWHERE TWIRLING A STAR
ENSTRANGED: ONE NIGHT AT THE GAME DRINKING HOT COCO, MY DRINK BECAME HALF-FROZE
AFTER ONE OF THE WANDS HAD DROPPED; I COULDN'T MOVE TILL SHE PICKED IT UP
THEN I WENT FOR ANOTHER SIP OUT OF AN EMPTY CUP
NO SPILLS NO MESS WHAT WAS GOING ON
A DOMINO EFFECT I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS BLOWN
UNTIL I SAW THE MAGIC REALLY HAPPEN....
SOME GIRLS SENT THEIR WANDS TWIRLING HIGH IN THE AIR
WHILE THE OTHERS SAW I WAS THERE
YOUNG HANDSOME AND STRONG; THEY WERE GRANTING MY WISH
ENCIRCLING ME W/ CHARM AND ENCHANTMENT
TAKING TURNS SIPPING FROM MY DRINK....
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSE TO THINK....
BUT ALL FOR ME THEY HAD LEFT THE FIELD
BEFORE I KNEW IT; A WHISTLE BLEW, AND THEY WERE PUNTING THE PEEL
THOSE WANDS WERE MAGICAL.... I MISS THOSE DAYS
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