Wind blowing through my hair
I don't have a care
Kids screaming and yelling
Kids running and shouting
I watch a kick ball game
Then I work on my aim
Jordan's rambling on
About some stupid song
I adjust my hat
Before picking up the bat
I step up to the plate
And prepare to play
Jordan's going to pay
For all the things he did to me
I'm throwing away the lock and key
I am me
I am Priya
