I’m at the ball game sitting in stands.
Scoping out girls we refocus the lens.
I see this fine girl, I point for my friends.
Seventeen killer looks, killing’s a sin,
The officers don’t get out the handcuffs.
I’m pointing still, I know she sees us stare,
Feeling awkward so I keep my hand tucked.
She continues playing she doesn’t care
Oh number seventeen, queen of the court,
I don’t even see these other girls pass.
New mission that I know I won’t abort,
That’s getting her number tap the cracked glass
On my iPhone, hope I hear my ring tone.
Means I hope you text me when you get home