To the girl who introduced me to life's sweet thrill and drill
A precocious lesson that left me standing still
Young and naive, I wasn't ready for the game
but you showed me the ropes and I'll forever bear the flame

Can we replay the match, with a different end in sight?
If you can draw me in any round, you'll emerge victorious in the night tired
Tears fell hard back then, but now a smile will definitely creep in
If only your touch can ignites the spark
My response will keep it rekindled
It will blaze and burn if only the rematch can begin.