The Perfect Game Lyrics

The Perfect Game
A fortune cookie told me
That you would want to hold me
That you would want to bowl me over
A little birdie told me
That you would want to hold me
That you would want to bowl me over
You got a strike
You got a strike
You got a strike
You got a strike
You got a strike
You got a strike
The perfect game
A tarot reader told me
That you would want to hold me
That you would want to bowl me over
A lorry driver told me
That you would want to hold me
That you would want to bowl me over