He hit in the warm air
Fiery breath standing at home plate
Standing and waiting
A man on a tear in a perfect game
So mystic and soulful
A bat scything out as the pitches fly
He stays on it until...
The pitch it has gone and I'm four for four
It comes easy to me
It comes easy to me
I'm Loretta!
The pitch it is weaving
Fluttering curves, then a fastball zings
The Crawford's are calling
Alone in the night as the floodlight brings
A cool empty silence
The speed of your bat and a fastball high
It's smoked to the distance
The pitch it has gone and I'm four for four
It comes easy to me
It comes easy to me
I'm Loretta!
It comes easy to me
It comes easy to me
I'm Loretta!