Six o'clock, the pickleball court is ours My paddle's worn along the painted edge You serve it short, I barely clear the net We chase that little ball until we're laughing
Keep it low, send it back to me I like the space between the point and score One more game before we call it done I'm not ready to leave the court
Now every rally lasts a little longer Your shot skims white, I reach across the line The paddle snaps, the ball rolls past my shoe I call it yours, you say we should replay
Keep it low, send it back to me I like the space between the point and score One more game before we call it done I'm not ready to leave the court
At game point, I can hear your paddle meet mine I miss the shot and ask for one more game
Keep it low, send it back to me I like the space between the point and score One more game before we call it done I'm not ready to leave the court
You toss the ball; I take my place
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