Not quite a hit.
Make up your mind
Decide to walk with me
Around the lake tonight
Around the lake tonight
By my side
By my side
I’m not gonna lie
I’ll not be a gentleman
* * *
Don’t be afraid
I didn’t mean to scare you
* * *
Make up your mind
Make up your mind
And I’ll promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet Angel
* * *
Do you wanna be
My Angel?
So help me!
Be my Angel
Be my Angel
* * *
Do you wanna die?
* * *
I promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet Angel
Sung after Texas 6, Los Angeles 3, by the Toadies.
Said, I like to imagine, in the top of the fourth by Yu Darvish to Albert Pujols or by Albert Pujols to Yu Darvish or possibly, somewhere in there, by Chi Chi “Rodriguez” Gonzalez (wait, what?).
And that’s the morning’s edition of Today in Lyrics I Had to Look Up from Last Night’s Postgame Concert Act and I Didn’t Even Change You to Yu and I Also Didn’t Even Mention Carlos Gomez’s Second Career Cycle, Sorry About That, Carlos.
AP/Tony Gutierrez