[Intro: piano run, then the full band] Six in the morning and the gym lights hum She rolls out the ball cart, and she says, here it comes [Verse 1: palm-muted guitars] Coach in a tracksuit with a voice like ice Every girl had a name for her, and none of them nice End of every practice when our legs were gone She'd stand in the corner with the ball, and say, one more Same far corner, same low ball Same hard dive, same boards, same wall Bruises on my elbows in the shape of a map Hated that corner, and I hated her back [Chorus] One more, one more, get down on the floor Every time we said we're done, she'd yell one more Three years of hating her through every drill One more, one more, and I hate her still [Verse 2: palm-muted guitars] Second year, my sister quit, my best friend cried Wrote her name in my notebook, and I crossed it twice Rain on the window and the bus already gone She says, you're tired, I know, now give me one more Third year, my mother asked, why do you stay? I said, I don't know, I just can't let her win the day Squeak of the sneakers and the slap of the ball Same far corner and the same hard dive, same fall [Chorus] One more, one more, get down on the floor Every time we said we're done, she'd yell one more Three years of hating her through every drill One more, one more, and I hate her still [Verse 3: the guitars stop palm-muting and ring open on the dive] Championship final, and it's twenty-four all Fifty-eight seconds, and nobody lets it fall Spike off a block, and the ball goes wide Far corner, low ball, and the crowd's on its side Didn't think, didn't look, didn't even feel my knees I hit the boards before she even called to me Ball up off my fingers, and my setter's got it high Kill shot down the line, and the gym splits wide [Bridge: drums and bass] Looked up from the floor, and she's crying in the stand First time in three years she ever moved her hands Every dive I hated was a dive I'd need She was saving me the corner, saving it for me [Final Chorus] One more, one more, get down on the floor Every time we said we're done, she'd yell one more Three years of every drill, and every one was real One more, one more, and I hear her still [Outro: piano run, full band, one last hit] Now I'm in the tracksuit with the ball in my hand Saying, one more, girls, and I finally understand [End]
