作词 : Michael Franks
作曲 : Michael Franks
Everyone sings, "Home of the brave,
And land of the free",
You've had twenty wins and one save,
Now you're up against me,
How can I keep control of my nerves?
The way you wind-up,
When you throw me those curves?
I hear him yell, "strike",
And it's a good call,
It's so hard to keep my eyes on the ball,
On the baseball,
Love is just like baseball,
All it is is baseball,
Love is just like baseball,
You have played with me like a pawn,
For most of the night,
How'd you get your uniform on,
So perfectly tight?
You strike me out twice,
i singled but died,
Then you made me pop up,
By sneakin' inside,
i'm gonna change that sneer to respect,
Make your eyes open wide,
When you feel connect to the baseball,
On the baseball,
Love is just like baseball,
All it is is baseball,
Love is just like baseball,
Here i am behind in the night,
The count 's 3 and 2,
End the game like Beethoven's NINTH,
Is what I must do,
So now that we're here,
Alone in the dark,
I'm gonna send this,
Right out of the park,
If I was you i'd leave it alone,
'Cause I'm tearin' round third,
Slidin' towards home,
Tearin' round third,
Slidin' towards home,
On the baseball,
Love is just like baseball,
All it is is baseball,
Love is just like baseball。