That voice I could listen to all night,
Behind your killer smile.
Your hands so large, smooth and comforting.
Your eyes are caring, kind and deep.
Those lean legs running wild down the field.
I'm standing on the side lines,
Screaming your name and
Cheering you on.
I'm praying you don't get hurt and
Waiting for the game to end
So we can laugh while eating hamburgers.
After the final play,
I see you running off the field towards me,
Than past me, your best friend,
Into her open arms.
I am the one who loves you and yet,
your voice, your smile, you-she gets all that
And me, I get a broken heart once again.
