I’m just a little
Freckle-faced girl
Who wears a scar
From a crazy home-base slide.
Who loves that scar
Because she played with all her heart
To get it.
You, you threw the ball
That put me there; pushed me there
Where I met me
Now I proudly wear
A jersey spun of sun and dust and grins
And though I've never played it
Without the pain
Without the pain
It's always been love
That wins the game.