Letra de Sore Loser
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All your bases have been filled
With pretty players from the field
Compared to them, you make me feel
With pretty players from the field
Compared to them, you make me feel
Like an amateur
I didn’t know love could be played
Like a Holy Rollin’ ball game
You keep pushing me away
When I used to be on first
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
I do believe you rigged the game
Just to make the Hall of Fame
You bend the rules to fit your play
You won’t admit you hit a foul
You overlook your own shortcomings
A loser when it comes to loving
A winner when it comes to running
That’s why you’re always striking out
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
I’m done playing the minor leagues
I’m going to blow this ball park
‘Cause these cleats were made for walking,
For walking sore
I ain’t returning, I’m burning my uniform
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
I didn’t know love could be played
Like a Holy Rollin’ ball game
You keep pushing me away
When I used to be on first
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
I do believe you rigged the game
Just to make the Hall of Fame
You bend the rules to fit your play
You won’t admit you hit a foul
You overlook your own shortcomings
A loser when it comes to loving
A winner when it comes to running
That’s why you’re always striking out
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
I’m done playing the minor leagues
I’m going to blow this ball park
‘Cause these cleats were made for walking,
For walking sore
I ain’t returning, I’m burning my uniform
You’re a headache and a heartache-and-a-half
I don’t know how long my tolerance will last
Any other would recover from the past
But I’m a sore loser, yeah
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser
Sore loser, I’m a sore loser at bat
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