Bleacher Babe

[Spoken]
Is this song about me?
Um...

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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."