Sweet Child O'mine
She’s got a flick that it seem to me
Reminds me of ulti memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as an (insert name) Sky
Now and then when I see (insert name) face
They take me away to that special place
[Girls sing next 2 verses]
But if the guys throw long
I’d probably break down and cry
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet disc o’mine
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet pass on time
She’s got eyes for the coolest try’s
As if they brought her gain
I like to look into their plays
And learn about this game
Her dump reminds me of warm safe place
When I pass it off the line
And pray for the swing
And then the disc
To deftly pass up line
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet bid o’mine
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet zone of mine
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet bid o’mine
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh
Sweet pass on time
[this next bit get repetitive]
When do we zone
Where do we stack now
Where is the dump
Sweet team o’mine
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