Bleacher Babe

Is this song about me?

Um...

I felt a scratch, I felt an itch on my head

How could it be? It surely seems to be hair

Why does this one feel to me a bit like Father Time?

Now, wait a second, that grey hair can't be mine

Remember those days, when I saw you sitting there in the stands?

Can't make this up, I swear to God, told my friend I'm in love

I'd see you there for the first time, ten years before you picked my hair

And if you told me that I love you, I'd say, "Babe, duh."