The Other Team

I met a boy who’s sweet like cherry pie
He’s a new type of a picture perfect guy
Waved him down on the corner of Fifth Avenue
He waved back, but turns out I was not the one that he was waving to
(The one that he was waving to)
I know he’s right for me
But I’m not right for him
And if I try to play along, don’t think I’ll ever win
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
It’s such a shame, I’m not even in the game
I met a boy who seems too good to be true
Dirty blonde locks, and his eyes are a sparkly blue
Gave him a smile, and he turned to walk my way (walk my way)
But then he walked right past me towards another man
He didn’t notice me
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
Swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team
It’s such a shame, I’m not even in the game
I guess I have a thing for guys that aren’t in my own league
The ones I know, they don’t know shit
They always quit, they can’t commit
They just know how to leave
Ooh that boy’s swinging (swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team)
Oh, he’s swinging for the other team (swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team)
Yeah, he’s swinging for the other team (swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team)
The other team
It’s such a shame, I’m not even in the game
I’m not even in the game (swinging, swinging, swinging for the other team)
Ooh that boy’s swinging for the other team
It’s such a shame, I’m not even in the game